"I speak in your tongue, but it is in my language that i understand you" Edouard Glissant. this is the major issue with language whether you speak the same language or a different language, everyone has a different definition of happiness love hate anger saddness, so if i'm talkin to you about love how do i truley know that you understand what i'm saying if love for you means something completely different to what it means to mean, how are we supposed to communicate if you tell me one thing yet mean another, or i interpret into my own understanding, and this comes down to my next pont about children. they are so impresionable, how can anyone truley be their own person if their just made up of everybody else around them. Does that then not make us all just peices of each other, how can we be ourselves if we already have our society and parents imprinted upon us from the day we are born, and if so how can any one anymore have an original thought, and last but not least, CAN A PARENT KNOW A DAY WITHOUT FEAR?
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