I read in C.S. Lewis’ Till We Have Faces a little statement:
“Child, to say the very thing you really mean, the whole of it, nothing more or less or other than what you really mean; that’s the whole art and joy of words.”
One day, you’ll say the thing you really mean. That thing deep within you that needs to be shared but that you can’t articulate just yet–well, it’s in there. One day, you’ll match precise words to it.
One day, you’ll find the phrase, and something that’s buried deep will finally escape.
Oh, how I love writing!