3:37 PM 

They say action speaks louder than words. Some people live by this statement and I don't dismiss it, but if you ask me, I always choose the word over action. Not because I don't believe in the effort and meaning behind any kind of action, but sometimes it's the words that leaves a very important impression. It's the only thing that we keep for years after it already happened in the past. 

History could only be saved through the written speech. Putting words to paper changed a lot and this magic is still not dead, eventhough we are moving more and more into the digital being. 

I have always loved books and I have always loved the power of words, I guess that's a big reason I chose to write. Connecting with you through a creative way of expressing myself - sometimes with plenty of art, sometimes in a river of words. It depends on my mood. 

Nevertheless, I am writing my heart and soul out and I love it. 
I started to do it for myself, but today I feel even happier to connect and inspire you with some words from here to anywhere across the world. Isn't that beautiful?

Because words are powerful.

They are hope. 
They are inspiration. Motivation. 
They let us dream.
They let us create. 

There is such beauty in words, but also a lot of ugliness depending on how we use our freedom of speech. 

We need to focus on the beauty of words and rhetorics again, thinking back on how it started, and what it is good for. The ancient Greeks used poetry, for example, as therapy, and it is said that reading or dealing with stories and beautiful writings can create the perfect feeling of comfort. It is definitely healing. 

And that's why it is so important to emphasize people like Amanda Gorman who bring such great healing into this world, or at least an inspiration to leave things behind and start working on our beautiful history. Together. Stronger. Better. 

The poet's performance was one of the highlights of President Biden's inauguration this Wednesday and since I want to push creative artists and the beauty of words, I want to share her poem "The Hill We Climb" again with you. 

Whenever we are seeking beauty, a warm hug, and a feeling of liberation, we can turn to her words to feel better again. Healing together. Thank you, Amanda for this. 

Let's celebrate words and this beautiful way of communicating. 
In times like this, we need to listen closer to connect closer. 

When day comes, we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade. We braved the belly of the beast.

We've learned that quiet isn't always peace and the norms and notions of what just is, isn't always justice. And yet the dawn is hours before we knew it, somehow we do it, somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn't broken but simply unfinished.

We, the successors of a country and a time, where a skinny black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president, only to find herself reciting for one.

And yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn't mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect. We are striving to forge our union with purpose, to compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters, and conditions of man. And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us but what stands before us. We close the divide because we know to put our future first. We must first put our differences aside.

We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another We seek harm to none and harmony for all. Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true, that even as we grieved, we grew. That even as we hurt, we hoped.

That even as we tired, we tried. That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious, not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.

Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree, and no one shall make them afraid.

If we’re to live up to our own time, then victory won't lighten the blade but in all the bridges we've made, that is the promise to glade, the hill we climb if only we dare, it's because being American is more than a pride we inherit. It's the past we stepped into and how we repair it.

We've seen a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it, would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy.

And this effort very nearly succeeded. But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated. In this truth, in this faith, we trust. For while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us.

This is the era of just redemption. We feared -- at its deception. We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour, but within it we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves.

So, while once we asked, “how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?”, now we assert, “how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?” We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be, a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free. We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation.

Because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation. Our blunders become their burdens. But one thing is certain. If we merge mercy with might and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change, our children's birth right.

So let us leave behind a country better than one we were left with, every breath from my bronze pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one. We will rise through the gold-limbed hills in the west, we will rise from the windswept northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution. We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the Midwestern states.

We will rise from the sun-baked South. We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover, in every known nook of our nation, in every corner called our country, our people diverse and beautiful, will emerge battered and beautiful.

When day comes, we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid.

The new dawn blooms as we free it for there is always light if only we're brave enough to see it, if only we're brave enough to be it.

Amanda Gorman - "The Hill We Climb"

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