Words are difficult,
So painful don’t you think?
Could it just be easier to not?
To just exist in quiet?
Is that even possible?
It seems the only way.
There was an episode of Call The Midwife where the main character goes out to see a woman who is expecting her 24th child. She can’t believe that somebody could have that many children and expects that the husband is probably a drunk who beats her up and forces himself on her.
When she arrives at the house, the husband is out and she finds that she can’t communicate with the woman without the help of her older children because she doesn’t speak a word of English.
She conducts her visit and then meets the husband at a later appointment. She sees that they are madly in love and she asks him what they talk about. His answer is that he doesn’t speak the same language so they don’t talk; they just adore being in each other’s company.
It makes me wonder whether love does transcend any words we can use. Is it possible to love somebody we can’t communicate with? Is it preferable to not be able to talk? Surely words are the things that muddy the waters and just make us mad at each other. If we just enjoy being, we overcome nearly all of that pain and misunderstanding we face normally.
I’m sure there are not many examples of this happening, but I guess it explains why we love pets so much. I just think it’s beautiful that two people can have 20+ kids and still worship the ground the other walks on; and if not talking is the key, I can get on board with that.