Some feelings die the moment we try to cage them in words.
You’ve must’ve felt the indescribable ache when someone asks, “What’s wrong?” and suddenly your pain feels trivial, reduced to syllables that can’t capture its depth.
We live in a world obsessed with explanations, where every emotion needs a label, every hurt a justification.
Think about the last time you watched a sunset. The way the sky burned with colors you couldn’t name, how your heart swelled with a feeling too big for your chest. Try to describe that to someone who wasn’t there, and watch how the magic fades with each fumbling word.
Or remember when you held someone’s hand for the first time, that electric current that ran from your fingertips to your toes. How do you explain that without sounding like a cliché?
In relationships, we’re expected to articulate every grievance, and justify every tear. “Why are you upset?” they ask, as if hurt comes with a user manual. As if saying “You hurt me” isn’t enough without a PowerPoint presentation to back it up.
We’ve forgotten the eloquence of silence, the power of a look, the volumes spoken in a gentle touch. Like a dog’s unconditional love, expressed without a single word but felt in every tail wag and soulful gaze.
Some things are meant to be felt, not explained. The peace of early morning fog. The comfort in a friend’s silence during hard times. The bittersweet ache of nostalgia.
Words are beautiful tools, but they’re also limitations. They’re the frame around the picture, not the picture itself. Sometimes, the most profound truths lie in what’s left unsaid.
So the next time you feel something you can’t explain, don’t try. Let it exist in its pure, wordless form. Let it wash over you like a wave, fill you like music. Because in those inexplicable moments, you’re not just feeling an emotion – you’re touching the very essence of what it means to be alive.
And in the end, isn’t that what we’re all searching for? Not perfect understanding, but perfect feeling.
To be so completely in a moment that words become unnecessary. To connect soul to soul, heart to heart, in a language older than speech and deeper than thought.
That’s the real magic. That’s the story we’re all part of – wordless, boundless, and beautiful beyond measure.
✍ — Published by Dr. Preeti Singh at Dancing Elephants Press. Click here for submission guidelines.
