With Age, Language Becomes More Efficient
I was a collector. I acquired, cataloged, organized, stored, and cared for my objects. I had my collection since a very young age. For years my collection grew, and my vault could never store enough - it needed to be fed constantly.
I was an unabashed lexophile. I collected words.
I am now reformed. With age comes wisdom. My wisdom helped shape my understanding of the utility of language.
The early collection
"Draconian" was an early acquisition. The word is heavy, weighted, just like its meaning. "Ingenue" tastes like sweet summer strawberries when you say it. But a word like that is so rare in everyday usage that you orchestrate ways to deploy it in conversation.
There can be a joy in selecting just the right word, the very best turn-of-phrase, for your idea. It is the breath of life and a beautiful bow. You pluck the words from your memory to present to that pretty person at dinner or your work colleague. Impress your friends with the timing of your use of "iridescent!"
Reconsidering the collection
Language has now become an efficient tool for communicating. As I get older (not old), the use of language has changed and evolved with me.
Similar to a magician who absent-mindedly does a coin roll across their fingers to stay nimble, the choice word still appears in conversation. But my vault has made way for other collections. Friends, family, my discipline of marketing, have all taken up that space.
As I have grown in confidence, my need for language has diminished. I have become adept at simple, clean wording to get my ideas across. Why use three words when one will do? Syllables are used sparingly. Direct. Straightforward.
Just like this post.