I really have to wonder if I am brain damaged? Why else would one get up early in the morning, trudge through the snow and ice to go to a school to learn the German language.
Yes, while I have all these high tech gizmos floating around on the sketchbook and the computer – the weekly German class seems to be my lesson in humility and feeling stupid.
It isn’t that I don’t understand a bunch, but I don’t understand enough of the bunch to truly grasp the fine details. I also almost gave up this morning when the teacher played a CD and asked me what happened.
I gleefully exclaimed, all proud that I am understanding more and more each day, “A woman got an invitation in the mail and explained all the details of when the wedding would happen, when the reception and which restaurant it was at. The woman was so excited her friend was getting married!”
My teachers smiled, “Can you say that in German?”
Yes, I answered in perfect English…again.
Yes, each time I leave that class, usually I try for a land speed record on the bike, but today I walked and as wandered through the beautiful forests with snow, I babbled away to the creator of all, “Will I ever grasp this language?”
Then I went to lunch and there were four local Swiss women and somehow the subject of different foods came up.
Yes, it was role reversal, as the native Swiss people really liked their food. Nothing spicy, nothing exotic, nothing “different”
They mentioned, “What the farmer doesn’t know, he won’t eat.”
“What won’t you eat, mark?”
“I enjoy everything but Slavic. Too many childhood odd memories of the holidays when I was growing up inside the united states during the cold war, yet, my family was Russian orthodox and for whatever reason, much like I see immigrants taking the culture and traditions they know to another country. As a little kid, I realize the United States was comprised of people from everywhere, but I just wanted to just be American, celebrate the holidays at the same time the rest of the people did…just to fit in, not have kids say, “you are Russian? How did you get here? What do you mean Christimas is in January? You are weird!”
I had a good childhood, but there were some things that just were hard to accept. They say in Rome, do as the Romans. Inside the united states, people wanted to be American. There was no “(insert ethnicity) American.”
I don’t’ grasp why mankind makes it so difficult to get along. Each and every person on the planet has amazing goodness in them, as well as things that are not that good.
The world tends to want perfection, yet, everyone is imperfect and people all run around living an illusion. I do understand that gerbil mill that one can get on and think it is living.
What I don’t’ understand, is why we limit ourselves so. Or if you try something once and fail or get hurt, you never get up again?
You never try different foods
You never travel to a different country
You never try to learn another language
You never try to follow your passion and dreams
I guess if I were a hat, then spending a lot of time inside a box would make sense, but we are not hats – we wear them. Some like to wear many, others, wear just one.
That is part of the beauty of life, people, and the frustration and beautiful process to understand “more.”