It's the oldest saying in the book, that actions speak louder than words. Everyone knows it, and everyone believes it. Everyone, except for the writer that is. Because the writer, he thinks actions are dispensable, superfluous, an unnecessary evil if you will. He thinks "action" is another word for passive aggressive, a sorry synonym for maybe, never, someday, bullshit. So he uses, nay, hides behind, words instead, because words are his ultimate weapons of choice, weapons that vaguely resemble the water guns I never had as a kid. Words are a figment of his imagination, which is where they will stay most of the time, hidden in the abyss of a soul moving aimlessly in perpetual motion.
So much so that, at night, when he's in bed worrying about the words he said, almost said, could have said, and those he didn't, he overlooks one very crucial detail. And that is that, by choosing words over actions, he's also choosing to become a low level coward, the one who always gets killed off first, irrespective of how important he thinks his storyline is. In all fairness, there were moments, few and far apart, where his words did save him, but they were his downfall when it truly mattered. In fact, if he stops to think about it for a second, he will realise that not many heroes fought their archenemy with a run down, second hand version of The Oxford English Dictionary.
Because real heroes, and real men, they fight, not with sentences, but with swords. They get battered, they get bruised, scarred, but they get up again. Real men hide inside Trojan horses and not behind words. They will go after what they want and they will get it. They will not sit around and wait for it to come to them. Because they know that once it's gone, it's gone for good. You see, real men are bold and brave. When lions die, they die knowing that their heart will keep on beating inside someone fearless. For that is who real men are. They have a lion's heart and they are not afraid to show it. They know what it's like to honour the oldest saying in the book. They know.
Because at the end of the day, they know, that actions speak a hell of a lot louder than words.
So much so that, at night, when he's in bed worrying about the words he said, almost said, could have said, and those he didn't, he overlooks one very crucial detail. And that is that, by choosing words over actions, he's also choosing to become a low level coward, the one who always gets killed off first, irrespective of how important he thinks his storyline is. In all fairness, there were moments, few and far apart, where his words did save him, but they were his downfall when it truly mattered. In fact, if he stops to think about it for a second, he will realise that not many heroes fought their archenemy with a run down, second hand version of The Oxford English Dictionary.
Because real heroes, and real men, they fight, not with sentences, but with swords. They get battered, they get bruised, scarred, but they get up again. Real men hide inside Trojan horses and not behind words. They will go after what they want and they will get it. They will not sit around and wait for it to come to them. Because they know that once it's gone, it's gone for good. You see, real men are bold and brave. When lions die, they die knowing that their heart will keep on beating inside someone fearless. For that is who real men are. They have a lion's heart and they are not afraid to show it. They know what it's like to honour the oldest saying in the book. They know.
Because at the end of the day, they know, that actions speak a hell of a lot louder than words.