The very first moments when you were born, what language do you speak?
The universal wailing of a child spreads warm, anxiety, smile and all the many many emotions that could be evoke out without that cute little one even having to utter an eligible sound that have to make sense. We wolud then busied yourselves by trying to maybe feed milk, change diapers rock the child to sleep and just about anything to pacify the child. What is achieved? Communication.
Communication has already been reached, barriers of communications broken and bridged, by what? Ridiculous it may seems but by the wailing of a child who speak none of the words we speak when we sees each other everyday.
What does a mum who holds the child so dear in her hands speaks?
None but the love and passion that oozes out from those calming eyes and lovely hands of a mother could bring comfort to this little child. No matter what language you speak, which part of this world you belong to, what status in this stucture society you belonged, we all speaks the same way when we "talk" to an innocent baby. What language do we speak of ?
One of love, emotions and passion without having to utter an intelligible word to the cute little emperor as Willy calls it.
" All your troubles disappears when the baby just smiles while you are holding him takes away all my troubles... you just dont know what to say..." ( My LTA supervivor Kok Lum having his first child )
Communications between a baby and the world ( humans mostly ) begins by touch and feelings. Not the As, Bs and Cs that we speak and is typing out this very moment. The communication between Me and You can be just by being there for you without having to have a conversation. We may not have much to talk to our dad and mums sometimes but by just finishing the bowl of noodles or rice they have prepare or bought for us, they would already feel good about it... Thats all that matters to them...
We all experience the senarios whereby we have think of what to say to each other so as the make the situation less awkward. Sometimes the more we try to strike up a conversation we end up slapping ourselves hard in the face when we will realised that we run out of topic... I bet we all experience this type of strange feelings... Haha
Remember the lyrics of a famous chinese song " 一切尽在不言中..." aptly explains the essence of my postings above... Ai yah si bei tired liao... no more mood to write after muching a slice apple... i find it distrubing sometimes on why i have these thoughts... Guess my white hairs have some explaining to do.. So long guys...
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