There exists a great variety of words I rarely use day to day. Sometimes while reading I encounter these words and get a rush of nostalgia.
Words are like friends. Even if I met a new word, when I look up the meaning I can always relate to the feeling or experience. Or at the very least I can understand it.
I wonder though if there is anything really new in this world. An unknown word if not found by me will still exist anyway.
I guess the same applies to ideas. Maybe we just find ideas and inventions. Maybe everything that can exist does exist somewhere or the other.
I think children have an idea of what the world really is. And adults are so bust rationalzing everything that we miss what’s real.
Another reason why it sucks to grow up.