Language of our Lives...

Each country, or place has its own language. A way of communication that signifies itself. But not all languages have to be spoken, but are mere actions and thoughts transferred from one being to another. And these thoughts, and these actions create the most beautiful silent language we know, a culture. The arts of a human intellectual, a refined understanding or apprecitation of ones self, the acheivements of a group of people, all shaping who they are. Traditions someone beholds, preforms. The aspects of a culture that create who it is, and what it stands for. The way we act, or see things, is the base of the language. And our habits, actions, and exploit of it, are the slang. Each one different, but shared within their group. An outsider can never fully seize the notion of the antics, and will never understand. It is like a secret, held dearly. This language is used daily, and some don't take note of it. But without it, we would would conduct a life of confusion. So live, appreciate, and realize the language of our lives. Cherish it, never to slip away, brushed away in the wind.