Anger, fear, and loss of mental control seems to plague so many minds these days.
I feel it in the language of the news writers… like they are trying to push these things on the reader’s minds through their fingers typing away at the keyboard. People read the news for breakfast and have it boiling in their stomachs and minds all day long.
It is as if… we have lost control of the bigger picture. That we ourselves are powerful and important. That we each can shape and mold the world just as the mighty do. We sit on our couch at home and wonder how all these people got so much power.
I guess many people weren’t told those words while they were growing up. It seems that those that heard it often… learned to believe it regardless of where they came from in the world. Words like this: “You can do anything. You can learn anything. You can become anything.”
I have the understanding that everything is a language of sorts. Music is a language… and the more skill you have with the language of music… you can write notes that make people change inside or feel something… just like I can with these words. I have played at the language of words for so long… that making music with my fingers on the strings of your emotions is like seeing if you are happy or sad by looking at your eyes. They say a picture is worth a thousand words… but how many people have sat down and written out the pictures in their mind just to practice their skill of writing?
Coding is a language. Imagine telling a computer to do something…. a machine that has the power to do millions of tasks over and over again until it succeeds. Like cracking your password or putting back together the papers you shredded.
Languages… skills… talents…. not really the same things are they? Or are they? People say how talented another person is… when in fact they couldn’t see how long the other person’s mind was working at trying to learn something behind the scenes. Like child prodigies who have parents who are good at math or music. The have been immersed in the lessons and environment their entire lives… so I wouldn’t call it a talent… just a language they picked up from their parents.
As for skills. Skills are just micro languages that either build off of certain traits like eye hand coordination or puzzle solving skills. Even mimicry is a valuable skill to work on developing. A crow mimic’s other crows to see where they hid their treasures.
What I am trying to say is…. Lies are a language. At some point we should learn this and understand that it is something that is best not listened to or focused on. What if instead we learned the language of the Father? What if we spend time and that 10,000 hours minimum needed to begin to master something and try to learn Love instead? What would happen then?
What indeed?
Hand of Time 