Hi,
I have a small habit. On the road I look at license plates and make words out of them. And when a word gets stuck in my head, I try to guess where it came from before I look it up.
My guesses are not always right. The first time a friend said ten four to me, I had never heard it in my life. So I held up my hand, thumb and pinky out, like the hands of a clock at 10 and 4, as if to say, got you. Turns out it is old radio code for message received, and the clock has nothing to do with it. Pure coincidence. I still think my version makes more sense.
This week the word was emotion. My guess was that it had something to do with motion. I looked it up. Latin, emovere. To move out. This one I got right.
A feeling is meant to move. Through you, and out. The ones we hold still are the ones that stay. So let it move. Say it out loud. Write it down. Go for a walk. Cry. Laugh alone. Smile when it comes. Tell the person.
Same law as last week. A body at rest stays at rest. So does a feeling.
Same time next Friday.
Alper Kaynarkan