"What we bring to this world, what we fill it with, it’s every day, minute or second? What shall we leave in the memory of people who surrounds us after we leave? Just words. Words that are contain tremendous power to influence minds and create true or maybe false images of everything that surrounds us. Images of us, sinners or the saints, created by them, reflected in the prism of other people’s eyes.
We are like Tree that grows to the clouds or dies at the ground, in its every root, depending from what we are saying about others and the way we talk to them. Words and words only can be an elixir of eternal life or bring you undying glory or take away everything you have and damn you in ages.
Words are the only thing that shall leave after us and maybe, just maybe, we can leave a part of our soul to those, who will come after us in these words"
Good idea, bad execution.