Heft speaks to meaning more than mass, to worth more than weight, to endurance more than durability. When I think of heft I want to capitalize it, ‘Heft’, as if a proper name to describe someone or to describe their value – not to describe qualities of blue jeans or trash bags.
Choices aren’t so much weighty, as they are hefty.
Writer choices, life choices, all choices …
Consider Rocky Shores. Great name. Conjures an image. Probably different in everyone’s mind but within a narrow range. Rocky Shores – real name, nick name, or shortened form? Perhaps boxer, union boss, tough – dirt under his nails for certain. Voice like gravel. Eyes show harsh judgment, his jaw shows bar brawling scars. Victory scars.
Or, place name – where surf pounds relentlessly, millennia upon millennia?
Invented guy needs a girlfriend. Should I call her Pebble Beach?
Maybe, just Charlie …
Choices we make are significant. Most choices put us on smooth sailing paths, minimal difficulty; but those choices we didn’t make, paths we didn’t explore, people we didn’t plumb depths of – what of those choices? Could we have been richer for it? Better, happier, more fulfilled – or wrecked like some torn up boat flung upon rocky shores?
I love hefty words. Hefty characters. And hefty choices – worth far more than we expect because we grow stronger bearing up under their weight …
In aggregate, does any name live up to its person?