Language

Living in a country where you don’t fluently speak the language really makes you appreciate both the powerful complexities of language and the huge gaps that it will never be able to cross. I feel like no matter how long I lived here, and studied the language, and learned new words and phrases I would never be able to accurately describe how rose smells, or be able to write a journal like this. My brain has been programmed for 20 years in English and by this time I think it would be hard to change to a new language. But by the same token, I don’t think there’s any language in the world that can express a sunset over the ocean. There are no words that will ever be able to really tell someone what love is. How is that in the millennia or so that language has existed we have failed to create words and verbal ideas for such things? Surely sunsets and emotions have been around long before language was born and will be around long after there are people who speak those languages are gone, but as humanity we have never deemed them worthy of words? Or are they among the rare collection of things that will never be expressible in written form? Maybe there are some things that humans have endlessly tried to explain but they are forever out of grasp and must be experienced to be understood. People take language for granted. Even when we are speaking to others who natively speak the same language we get things confused and mixed up. So what is the point of language after all?