Some things are beyond words

I'm quoting that from an article in the papers today by Janadas Devan.
I couldn't help but be reminded about another article written about this persons' wife while i was reading it.. about how being with his wife, taught him to appreciate or see things differently and appreciate how each individual is blessed in his/her own way and we thus see the world differently because of it.

We are indeed all talented but in vastly different ways. It can create conflict because we just cannot see eye to eye or it can create dispute as a result of not being able to relate to the other individual's issues or problems but honestly, i thrill in the fact that despite everyone being quite so different, we all have a common point in some way or another. That's how i see it.

I think that no matter who it is, as long as we can see the humour in a situation and rise above sometimes, we can learn from it. I think that if we can relate to something someone says, that's when the magic happens and sometimes, just sometimes, you share a moment. It really could be the first sparks of a friendship, you never know :) As i've learn this year and many times in the past, friendships strike in the strangest of places under the most unexpected circumstances.
Sometimes, you chat with someone you're totally not close to but he or she can totally relate to what you are going through and suddenly, regardless of age, gender, race or background, you realise that he/she is going through the exact same issues or problems and really, you just want to be there for that person and be the stronger one to support him or her because she just needs a helping hand. We do not all have to sink alone.

i'm a firm believer in helping your fellow man.
Why some people think i need to be protected is because of this self-same kindness. But i'll still do it, i just can't help but be nice sometimes because i do want to help,not to make a difference but really i just can't stand seeing someone flailing there in need of help.
i can't stand people who don't recognise the need for help and start shouting for help when they obviously are sinking without it. it's pride and it's standing in the way of getting things done. Men suffer from this strange complex, trust me.

Back to the article..
"Once upon a time, I believed that people who couldn't express themselves clearly and logically - either in speech or in writing, but mostly the latter were dumb. It was not till I met the woman who later became my wife that I realised that it was I who was dumb.

It was not that my wife was inarticulate. If anything, she is more articulate than I am. She can speak faster - and make fewer grammatical mistakes, while speaking with machine-gun rapidity -than I can; and she almost invariably beats me in Scrabble.

No, the realisation that the mental faculties I had assume were valuable were not the only valuable ones derived from the realisation that my wife possessed faculties that I had not even suspected existed.

The trigger for that realisation was hearing her describe her dreams.

They were, to me, astoundingly elaborate affairs. The landscapes in her dreams were richly detailed, the figures sharply vivid, the narratives complex. Most remarkable, to me, was the fact that she dreamt in colour....."

I think it's incredible.
This admittance that you're not as good as you think you are. This realisation that your other half is really just as equipped, if not more, at expressing themselves and in fact, is seeing things in a whole other dimension that you just failed to see.

I love talking to people who are older than me, more experienced than me because you'll discover just how willing they are to share their life experiences, what they have learnt and just how nice people can be sometimes. Don't be cynical, be positive, let them surprise you.