The Language of Life

I have a friend with whom shared conversations are peppered with the language of our childhood. The words of our fathers, and grandmothers slip from her tongue like honey, while my mouth fumbles like a first kiss.

It’s funny how when we were younger, these words were kept on a shelf almost out of reach. Our adults used them as codes to distract us from topics that we were too young for, or too connected to. Of course, time slid us into understanding. We grasped at words. We borrowed understanding from our rudimentary education, and searched the world for context of their not-so-private communication.

Eventually, these words became our comforts, our jokes, and in some situations, our own private code of communication.

Today, through language, we relate to our elders. Our seasoned chats make us chuckle, but they also bring us closer to people we’ve lost, while holding onto people we are fortunate enough to still be able to hug.

By default, these words have crept into our everyday lives as well. I find myself using familiar vernacular with people who have never even heard of the ancient language. Since I’m often surrounded by people who speak multiple languages, they enjoy hearing my linguistic history, and exchanging words with me. I teach them mine, they teach me theirs.

The world becomes a smaller place when we put effort into communicating in global linguistics.

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