
God you have given us the ability to communicate with each other and yet as we communicate, something always get lost in translation. You would think that after 4,000 years we would be able to communicate with each other a little better then the pathetic way we do now. I mean as I write this out my thoughts are being translated onto this paper from electrical impulses to a written language but yet even though you can read the words, the idea will never fully be grasped by all the readers. Some here will say, “I believe the author is saying this” while another would disagree saying, “well actually this is really just a metaphor” or yet another might take it at face value. But yet with all these views the heart of the writer is lost. The emotion that drove the pen to paint a picture of words is left, who knows where, just lost in translation.
So why God, why can’t we truly understand the thoughts and motives of the author or one another, but are really only left guessing. So many times I feel as though I am left alone with my thoughts because I can’t express or explain myself well enough to have anyone understand me. I try and try, but yet I feel wall after wall between me and people because my translation is not strong enough to break down those walls and I am left alone with impulses, but impulses don’t keep good company.
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