Pen Pals

I have a pen pal and her name is Analyse.

She sends me the most amazing water colored and sketched post cards that she makes herself.

I love flipping over her art and taking in what she's observed or done lately: dancing at festivals, skateboarding to work in San Francisco, her latest poetry obsession. 

Something I realized while writing to her and reading her letters: we have a very specific way of speaking (our generation) that is very nonchalant, yet we all understand what each other are talking about. 

They say the best window for language acquisition ends during childhood, but isn’t it interesting that we can keep morphing and learning new niches of language, even if it’s part of our native language?

Even though we usually speak in a very certain way because of our circumstances, we are able to shift for whatever situation we're in because we sense that it’s necessary. 

Isn’t it strange? That internal notion we have to shift gears when we’re in different spaces?

I want to make sure that my language is understood by whomever I’m talking to. Whether it means slowing it down, shifting the topic, or just not speaking at all.

It reminds me that the world doesn’t revolve around me. It reminds me that there are so many other beautiful ways of life in the world. It reminds me to admire and respect others simply by paying attention to the words they choose to use.