My Intent To Study
Years before I was allowed to circle the block on my bike, I was trekking through jungles with Kipling, battling pirates with Stevenson, and interpreting runes with Tolkien. The written word is my favorite art form. Language is organic and full of life; it breathes meaning into objects and communicates thoughts from being to being. Indeed, books can lead us down many a rabbit hole, safely, comfortably within our rooms. However, I have never been satisfied with comfort. I want to meet these characters and see these places closely. The imaginary friendships of youth have now melted into relationships equally as diverse and expontentially more statisfying. Ana Rosa, the Mexican school nurse, Wilhem the South African sheep farmer, and Saharu the Japanese speed skater are as engaging and fascinating as Baloo the Bear, Blackbeard the pirate, and Bilbo Baggings the hobbit. Having the ability to speak to them is a privelege. Communication is the key to exploration.
The world, in all its vastness, is seemingly shrinking. Technology has made the most remote Amazonian tribes accesible to those in the concrete jungle. Online translation and video chat is changing the way one communicates with the rest of the world. The concept of a global community is certainly becoming tangible. Despite the instantaneous connections being made, there are still gaping holes in our understanding of each other. Offense and hatred erupt every day with violent repercussions. Again, communication is the key to building bridges, joining the opposing sides from across the chasms of misunderstanding. This is my lifelong pursuit. My study of language may not heal the world, though it will lead me into a lifestyle of dialogue with strangers. Once one is able to express and receive meaning, strangers have the ability to transform into friends. Building community is not a simple task but it is where I shall endeavor, and find it the most worthwhile, to expend my energy.