The Wealth We Have In Common.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Being so crappy at updating, I have no right to be making you guys requests. But yet, I have one. The following post I’ve written is kind of very important. Not just to me, but to another as well. So, I would really, REALLY appreciate any feedback. If it’s too boring and causes you to quit midway, please let me know that, too. Thank you. 

I’d like to think of all of us as bank owners. Each one of us, owning a bank large enough to gather “savings” all life long, from the moment we first cry to signify the beginning of our existence.

And the gift of communication, oh sweet, beautiful language as the wealth we all share.

Language is the wealth that makes us humans. It’s what might help us get love, the quintessential ‘dollar’ that buys for us the ‘humanity’ in ‘human’.

Or hatred, the life-long lesson that might makes us want to ‘invest’ in love.

Reverting to simpler terms, I firmly believe that language, or words, are the wealth we have in common. 

Think about it. 

Words, are our biggest uniter. People say that love unites all, but a person suffering from philophobia (fear of love) might beg to differ.  

“Actions speak louder than words.”- To the believers in this saying I would like to say- with our actions, we’re making cracks in the society. We’re shattering ourselves and destroying our title as ‘humans’. Misanthropists would laugh and the cynics would have a gala time looking at us carrying out our truly hypocritical actions. Sure, actions guarantee proof to our promises while words don’t, but as I look around, I see us thriving on the ‘hope’ that words bring us. 

While we cannot actually see the actions that quantify a ‘better tomorrow’, words surely bring about the hope that fuels us to make it so. That is the significance of this wealth that we hold. 

Seven continents, hundreds of nationalities, thousands of religions- even the killer tsunami of differences, that these things bring upon us, cannot render anyone of us a beggar by robbing us of the ability to communicate. 

Sure, poets and writers might belong in the upper society with their prowess pertaining to words. But, no one, no one could be a complete pauper when wealth is counted in terms of language or words instead of other materialistic commodities. Everyone can have something to share and yet not worry about when they’ll run out of their riches. 

In case someone does run out, he or she can easily live off someone else’s, maybe even saving a life in this way. We’ve all heard of fans thanking their favourite musicians for saving their lives (and speaking from experience, I beg you to not put it off as mere exaggeration) through their lyrics. And, if saving lives doesn’t bring about a sacred bond between humans, then I do not know what does. 

Which also corroborates my earlier statement of saying that- words buy us the love we need to retain our humanity. 

To conclude, I’d like to treat you with a short poem-

“Though thou ask of me 

To give thee my most precious,

A wealth found nowhere;

O fiend, O greedy thief thee, 

My treasure of words thou

Cannot steal and keep it to

Thy self,

For wherever humanity exists,

It’ll be everywhere.”

–Kimaya Ingale.