Write a column of four hundred words?
What is the problem?
I know four hundred words.
I say every day at least ... a thousand words?
Suppose.
So a column of four hundred?
Nonsense.
I have always testified to myself that I am a woman of words.
A woman of lyrics who regularly forgets the lyrics of "Simple Love Song" and probably the only singer in the world to open her own songs on Google.
I'm very lucky that the audience at my shows is kind enough and does not get up and go when I wonder out loud if I have already sung the second house or not.
And maybe it's not the quantity, but the quality?
After all, we are Poles and we do not lack words, but they are not necessarily good.
A few months ago my father called to say that an acquaintance of his was at my show and asked to give me all sorts of things, but "there is no reason to repeat them, so that it does not occur to you."
Dad, apologizing to him, out of consideration, simply replaced the words with other words.
My conversations with the little one also include a lot of words, but these are the same words: Dori Dori Dori Dori, Di Di Di Di, Come, come, come, get dressed, go brush your teeth, turn off the TV, you can not wear a swimsuit to kindergarten, leave the baby , It's a baby - it's not a toy, he does not like it, Dori he will cry, Dori he cries!
If you take this vocabulary from me, we will have nothing left.
And the truth is that Adam, my beloved spouse, and I, have recently discovered in couple therapy that words are the root of all evil in the world.
That we would never be many if only we would stop talking.
That in fact, emotions are too complex a matter and there is no reason for us to understand each other, especially if he always says things he does not mean and I never say things that I do mean.
Total words, but until completed it takes three days and 500 shekels per hour plus parking.
is not that a loss?
This is the place to mention my late grandfather, who over the years, slowly, just stopped talking and communicating with his wife mostly through head movements.
It is not clear to me whether after such a busy life he has decided that it is better to be silent or that he has just run out of things to say, and it is a pity I no longer have anyone to ask.
Vipassana workshops?
You made me laugh, Grandpa Moshe was silent every day, all day.
Friends, this is a high spiritual step!
In retrospect, you could market a retreat to him and call it "Connecting to Inner Peace," or a "journey of spiritual self-discovery" or something like that: two nights on the couch next to the porcelain showcase and a menu that includes mostly potatoes, and here's more or less my summer vacation In fourth grade.
Sage for silence silence?
Wow, nothing would have happened if I had blocked a little.
Experienced artists know that starting to gossip on stage is a recipe for trouble (well, some know).
Why not apply this conclusion to the rest of life?
If you have something to say, please, sit down, write, delete, ask for another opinion.
Rather, let's all shut up a little.
God knows we all lack a little quiet.
There are people whose dream is to become rich, travel around the world or move to Costa Rica.
I'm interested in keeping quiet.
Or at least stop talking so much.
Came out at the end of almost 500 words.
Well, you can not say I did not try.
shishabat@israelhayom.co.il
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