Chinese...this language.
How many times lately have I thought of something, and it's easier to think of the Chinese, easier to see how the meaning comes through more fully, in Chinese. Ah, what a privilege to have learned some (because there is always so much more) of this language, to have been immersed in people's lives with this language, to have had such a great teacher--who loves words, and values accurate communication, as I do.
I find myself regretting, repenting of 😊, all the times I've complained (externally or internally) about how hard it is/was--to learn, to remember the characters, that I've been satisfied with what I have now, not rigorously studying more. Now...I see only beauty, wish I had learned more, wish I had learned to love reading...wish I had delved into those books that might have helped--ones that wrestle with societal issues, ideas...
I've long known, this language, this culture--a lifetime, or a thousand lifetimes--could be spent in fascinated learning. And soon, the opportunity for learning will be passed. I'm so thankful for what I did learn. I did work hard to learn, engage and use this language, to communicate using it.
What a treasure!
(written Sept. 9, 2018, edited and published Aug. 2019)
What a treasure!
(written Sept. 9, 2018, edited and published Aug. 2019)
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