...think of all the languages you want to learn and just freak out because you know you'll never have time to learn them all before you die? Or just realize that it's impossible to really master a language, that you could spend your whole life studying just *one* language, and though you'd be able to speak it there'd still be so many words and expressions and millions of other things you wouldn't know. It's kind of depressing, in a way, starting and going on with something you know you won't be able to finish no matter how much work you put in... Though at the same time it can be *so* rewarding, like when you start to understand things that made absolutely no sense to you some time back, or the first time you have a real conversation with a native speaker and you suddenly realize - damn, I'm actually speaking Igbo...or whatever language it is you're studying. I love that feeling. Makes it all worth it, really. Ok, I don't remember what point I was trying to make when I started writing this thing. Actually I don't think I had a point at all...So anyway...Uh, thanks for reading and feel free to share your thoughts/experiences on language-learning :)
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