words
Words have always had a great meaning in my life. They remain, just like a painting or a song. When we think of a person we do not only associate their face with them. It may vary from person to person and depend on the situation. But even if their picture is the first thing we associate with someone, their thoughts, ideas and feelings they expressed before come at least very close second. Words have a great power. They shape our character, they can change someone else's life but they can also change our own life. I'm very much aware of that power even though nowadays in this society there aren't that many people anymore who have the same sensitivity. These people are rare but they exist and I believe that I recognize them.
I've always been very sensitive to what's being said around me, to words that are written and to songs that are sung. I always look deeper than the lexical level.
But not only do I pay attention to someone else's words, I'm also overly careful with the words I choose myself.
For instance, when I write a meaningful letter (which doesn't happen a lot) I keep rereading it so often that I begin to memorize all trains of thoughts and even full sentences. I wrote such a letter a few months ago and I stick to what I said. It took me quite a while to get the words down as I had to make sure I'd get my thoughts across right. Nothing has changed since then and every time I read the words again I come to the conclusion that I would write it exactly the same way nowadays.
While speaking in person we're sometimes a bit vague and our blurry words fail to express a true meaning as we don't have a blueprint for a situation and much time to react. But written words give us all the time in the world and have the power to reach the very outskirts of our mind and give us the feeling like everything's been said about a matter. That is a great feeling (but also very rare - this journal is a very good example, I worry a lot about whether my thoughts come across right).
I'm currently working on a sequel to that letter I wrote. 
These days I walk around with this feeling that my words are such a relevant part of me and how relieved I am that I can share them. That thought alone can help a lot.
I have few material possessions that mean a lot to me (and those do have a deeper meaning to me, they're priceless). I carry most of it within me now - the hope I have for the future and the words that express my feelings. They give me hope and I carry them wherever I go (maybe this is actually the definition of home for me - the places where I feel hope).