Life lessons from language learning

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Process

Learning is a process, a process is a lotus flower. It is unfolding and unfolding and unfolding. You learn to love THAT.

 

Truthful

You have to learn how to be truthful. And also, how to be truthful in a language that you haven’t spoken and felt from your early days. It is an exploration of your identity and your truth. It is your thirsty journey to the spring of authenticity from which you’ll drink every time you open your mouth to say a word. You can discover that a ‘foreign’ language has never been foreign after all.

 

Fear

Fear is huge. There is always the other side, however.

The greater the fear, the more festive is the result of going through.

 

Victory

Victory is communication and honest giving of your best

When trying to understand another human and yourself.

 

Years

Years of practice, and you are still a beginner.

 

Falling in love

Language is a thing of beauty.

Learning to appreciate its workings and poeticism leads to falling in love

But what really makes the difference is the relationship you develop with yourself and the connections you develop with others;

What matters are the places you get to go to, and the feelings you get to feel.

 

Power

Language is potent

 

Perseverance

You persevere every day, until you are at the point where you have no choice but to continue. Until language becomes so much part of you, that it feels as though it perseveres to practice you

 

New person

You write and re-write yourself. Language is for stories. For transformation. You couch yourself in metaphors. You can decide to choose different descriptions. Language has a way of seeping into your depths. Choose your words wisely.

 

Emotion

Body responds to emotion. I would even go as far as to say that body is emotion, carved out physically.

Anxiety tends to render me motionless, stuck. I remember being anxious and unable to move. Thus, emotion has to be learnt and embraced, as its own study and its own art

 

Humans

Humans are emotions. There are layers of depth into how human we can be. Is our touch human or mechanical? Are our words habitual mechanical patterns instead of truth and feeling? I believe in a world where people would speak in a poetic way, honestly

 

Love

It’s a long way to learn to love.

 

 much love, Anastasia