I speak English, but sometimes there just isn't the word I want! So, I like the word fremdschämen which is German for "the embarrassment you feel for someone who has embarrassed themselves".

Have you ever felt that feeling? I have! Someone does something really stupid or foolish and you feel super embarrassed for them! I wish that there was a word in English for it... :)

If I had to pick an English word, I'd pick "Exquisite". I like it because it's such an exquisite word. :) It's right up there with "Unique", which I like because it's unique. :) Actually, I think it's because I love words that have 'Q's in them. Like "Quaint", "Quintessential", "Queer", "Earthquake", "Aqua" and "Quite". A 'Q' is just so pretty!

My favorite word would be April because it reminds me of hummingbirds in Spring, sucking sweet nectar from the blossoming flowers and of the koel whose beseeching voice signals the arrival of mangoes, ripe and yellow, just waiting to be picked and eaten. The word April also reminds me, strangely enough, of Moringa beans that hang slender on thin branches. Their flowers are often cooked with meat in Punjab and the beans are cooked with yoghurt curry in our home.

My favorite word is hope. Hope. Just look at it for a minute - say it out loud. Here's this small four letter word that speaks volumes. It tells me that I know that there is always hope in every situation. I know that there is a possibility, a chance that something can shift and change in a moment. What would we do without hope?

Indifferent is my favorite word. Why?

Because it provides an empowerment that is within the grasp of everyone.

The power to be at peace with a world that endlessly labors to judge and be judged.

Enslaved by human condition. Demanding to be heard. Most often refusing to listen.

I feel it’s because they failed to exercise the skill to be indifferent. When the fight is no closer to ending after exhausting all options at hand. A fool in anger keep fighting. Indifference lets the wise breath easy in peace. pressing the bad for the worse or the next for the best. You choose burden and certainly get no rest.

L.J. Tidwell II

BioTid Ink.

Why is why my favorite word? You can start your day proactively with a simple why yes. If you ever become scared of doing something, challenge yourself by asking why not. If you need to lighten the mood, just ask yourself why so serious, and take things in stride. At the end of the day, it’s not worth your health carrying those stresses with you. Why can seek intent, or help you understand someone’s reason for doing. Asking why too many times could overthrow an entire government by questioning the status quo. It could expose the lies that exist behind closed doors, and make them transparent to the people of a nation. It is curious, patient, and a word that forces you to listen because you asked it to. There is always a reason with why, you just need to listen for it. Why is a word of action, an exploration of one’s curiosity, and a word that can carry an entire rebellion. It is humanity, love, understanding, and freedom.

Is your life not where you want it to be?

Why?

A nordic wonderland I would love to call home one day,

Filled with conifers, and red little homes

It's a place where reindeer play, and Santa's village is

based.

With healthy food and lots of history

A fin is a friend for life,

An amazing place with people who are kind.

That's why Finland is my favorite word,

Because any other would just be absurd.

Because I was raised in a very strict Christian family. Went to a very strict Christian school. I was told what to wear, how to behave, what I could and could not listen to or watch on tv.

No dancing at prom so we had “Banquet“. Lame! So any curse words of course were forbidden but the worst one by far was

“Motherfucker!” So I fell in love with that word.

Because it can be used for everything. It means beautiful and stunning and unusual and incredible all at once. It means big things and little things. The ordinary and the unexpected. Sound is marvellous, sight is marvellous. The sky is marvellous. Music and laughter are marvellous. The little boy who lives down the road is marvellous.

Life is marvellous.

My favorite word is Love. It's a beautiful word.

When I was younger, like seven, I would watch movies and read fairy tales and fantasize over my Happily Ever After. When I got older, I watched my sister in her relationships and quickly learned that Disney had lied and that no matter how good love was, I'd never get to have a story like Cinderella or Belle Or Ariel. I quickly grew sour towards the notion of love. Pinterest fed this by showing me quotes too. I remember one and to sum it up it basically said that God and the devil both created potions called "Love" one was beautiful and the other was abhorrent. Then I met a boy. I was 14 and in 8th grade. He made me feel seen and heard. Suddenly, the world was alive with so many colors I'd never seen before. The bird who woke me every morning, her song was gorgeous all of the sudden. The smell of flowers was stronger, more elegant. The world was beautiful and life was worth living. I met a boy and his name could have practically been Love for saying his name is the equivalent to hearing the most beautiful sounds in the world. His name could have been Love for seeing his face was better than witnessing the every color unknown to man. His name could have been Love for touching him for the first time set me on fire Even now, his touch still does something to me, his name still makes me smile, and the sight of him makes me want to cry with joy. It's no fairytale but even when I'm on the verge of tears, all I have to do is look at him and I'm fighting a smile. Love is my favorite word, unless I could choose his name.

The draw of air is delicate and light. I can feel, so close, the inner folds of my lips drifting past each other. Like the word, the sensation lasts just for a few seconds before the last syllable drifts away.

I came across this word, for the first time, in The Little Prince. A book close to my heart, and a reminder of the beauty of French Literature, it taught me much about the value of looking beyond appearances and the appreciation of watching the world through the wonder and curiosity of a child's eyes.

The word connotes, through its softness, the fragility of what it describes. There is a beauty in what does not last, for appreciation is found not in years of shallow interest, but found in quality--the sweetness of a second passing by. It can be found in the sip of warm tea on winter nights or the inhale of Spring's arrival. It is a beauty captured in what can never last, found in the blurred oranges of The Little Prince's favorite: sunsets.