I was playing a game, minding my own digital chaos, when this kid — maybe fifteen, maybe ancient — says the word jubilation.
And I stopped.
Like—wait, what? Jubilation? Out loud? In public? You can’t just drop a cathedral of a word like that into the chat and keep moving like nothing happened.
And everyone else? Silent. Nodding along like this was Tuesday in the vocabulary mines. Nobody wanted to ask what it meant. Nobody wanted to risk looking dumb in front of someone who just dropped a word that sounds like it belongs in the mouth of a gospel choir.
And that’s when it hit me: people would rather stay ignorant than admit they don’t know. They’d rather keep pretending comprehension than risk curiosity.
We live in a world where confusion is shameful and certainty is currency. Where “I don’t know” sounds like a confession, not a doorway.
But jubilation—that’s not just a word. That’s the sound of freedom breaking open. That’s joy with its sleeves rolled up. That’s a holy noise for when your heart finally remembers it’s allowed to feel something other than numb.
And this kid, bless him, used it right. Perfectly. Like a mechanic turning on a flawless machine just to hear it hum.
Maybe that’s the real jubilation—not the word itself, but the act of using it. The courage to name something beautiful out loud, even if no one around you knows what the hell you’re talking about.
Because every time you speak from knowledge instead of pretending, every time you ask instead of nodding, every time you dare to look foolish in pursuit of truth—
you crack the spell of apathy.
And maybe that’s where the revolution begins.
Category: Language, Philosophy
Tags: words, curiosity, humility, language, joy, revolution, funny, vocabulary, gaming, teenager
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