I took Spanish class in HS and college, but I never applied it and soon forgot most of it. I didn’t think knowing different languages was that great because I know I wouldn’t meet that many people.
But when I woke up to a friend saying something that’s almost like “goodjob” to me in her language (because there’s no real translation), I kind of wish I knew the basic greetings and compliments of some languages. I thought it was beautiful. Maybe it was because I just woke up and read it, but language is so beautiful sometimes when there’s no English equivalent to it.
Life seemed so long when I was a kid.
Now time passes by quickly and I’m only getting older.
But these small moments are the best.