I have come to accept that English will always be my second language. No matter how many words I learn or sentences I mass produce in the assembly lines of my head, there will come a time when I would question the impeccability of my tongue.
But when in doubt with my thoughts and the transmission of message seems to be hampered by a cluttered mind. First, I read my words aloud to find my Zen. Second, I rephrase my sentences so that my ideas would find clarity, same with a glass sprayed with soap water.
And when everything seem to be lost in translation, still, I embrace the language my heart often speaks.
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| "ang taong hindi marunong magmahal sa sariling wika ay masahol pa sa mabaho at malansang isda" |
Bakit ka pa mag-iingles kung maisasapuso mo rin naman sa iyong inang wika?