Would you say that the ability to speak and converse is taken for granted too often and by too many of us? Do we sometimes disregard the privilege we have attained and developed over the years? I do. I do believe that there are way too many occasions where communication is a self-created rollercoaster ride. And speaking for myself: There are too many situations in which I exploit my chance to use my words wisely, and manifest a talk that, in all honesty, seems to have the most genius conversation flow in my head, but once uttered, is suddenly an overflow of a language called gibberish.
There are several things I love and appreciate about writing. Be it the time you have in framing your thoughts, be it the possibility to rephrase or perfect every single word and align them to your notion, or be it even the opportunity to invest more time in thinking and maybe rethinking. All of those points and more make it easier for me to describe my position and eventually clear my reasonings. But, should I only rely on my comfort zone? Is staying within the boundaries of my safe haven the advisable act?
On that note, those questions were not rhetorical. Because at the end of the day, the answer might be different for every single one of us. But in my case, I already had an answer while formulating those questions: No.
In this respect, I want to take the example of the Tower of Babel. The religious myth has been taught to me during primary school, along with many others. But, interestingly, it is one of the stories that nourished my memory for the longest time. To everyone, who is not familiar with the story: It is about the emergence of languages, which differ from each other and hence, make communication between human beings a hardship. Of course, that is not even a fraction of what the myth from the Old Testament is about. However, what I am trying to aim toward is not the detailed narrative itself, but a highlighted portion of it: Our reliance on verbal exchanges.
The truth is that even I, as someone who is in love with writing and reading, cannot imagine what a world without linguistics would look like. I surely cannot envisage a life without all those unwritten conversations, which contribute to my daily life’s growth. And I definitely cannot resist the ever-evolving process of learning how to hold conversations. It is progress defined by volatility. I have terrible downs, which make me question my emotional intelligence and create a subsequent disinterest in verbally expressing myself. All those downs have one thing in common: They are stages filled with emotions but overshadowed by the inability to voice them. However, the focus will be shifted to the beautiful ups. Because ultimately, I am aware of moments in which I succeed in conveying my considerations.
Everyone, including me, has the capability of building thoughts and giving a voice to them. Sometimes, it is a matter of exposure. Sometimes, it is a matter of experience. And sometimes, it is just a matter of time. But regardless of what is needed, we rely on speaking to one another. We lean on having different opinions and exchanging those. We bank on one another’s advice. We count on expressing our emotions to learn and understand each other somewhat better with each interaction.
Thus, I am not exaggerating when I say that I look forward to all the conversations I am going to lead and will be forced to face. Many of them will only shape up after trying really really hard. Yet, many of them will be deeply regretted regardless of trying really really hard. And above all, many of them will definitely be led in fluent gibberish.
But here I am, looking forward to the ones, which turn out differently. To the ones, which strengthen my relationships. To the ones, which indicate my growth. Finally, to the ones, which help me to step out of my comfort zone.
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