Oct. 3rd, 2006
It is definitely not a single time I ever heard the stroy about someone who is capable of understanding or even speaking the language of another spcies. As a normal person, maybe too normal to be even just a little special and have to choose to be similar to the 99% majority of the world population, I am not even the one who can speak in another language as free as I want.
Speaking in another language is always like you eat some kind of food that is totally different from what you have been used to in your past 20, 30 or even 40 years. It might be very tasteful at the first bite for the brand new experience it brought to your mouth. It might also enjoy your stomach for a period of time for the nutrition you might never have in your old menu. In the occasions that you have to find out all good excuses for you to keep going on with it, there are always something good to say. An undeniable fact is, however, you love what you are used to more than something new, you miss what you are used to when you are no longer satisfied with just the fresh taste, for what you are used to is already part of yourself.
More than two decades back when I was praised by my school teacher that I had the gift of writing something, I did take it serious even thongh I eventually did not choose what she wished me to be, and I even have to left what I used to behind in the dust of myown past.
Now, I try to speak in another language ……
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