The limitation of language

I believe relationships would be easier to build if we could truly comprehend the perspective of another and understand the motivation behind it.

To engage in, and succeed in a conversation where both parties are as close to mutual understanding as possible, firm definitions of words must be clarified in advance.

The way in which a receiver will hear and form a level of understanding of xxx piece of information is dependant on, not only a multitude of emotional factors involved but sometimes as simple as a person understands a word to have a different meaning. For this reason, I find language one enormous frustration for me, it is so limiting, and this, for me is just English. Mistranslation is a whole very large other conversation.

One of the biggest lessons for me has been born out of sheer frustration before, during and after discussions with others. This is how I see it:

I have conceived a thought, the though to me sparks curiosity, I have enthusiasm for my thought and then a passion for the curiosity it encourages. 

At this point, I then feel a compulsion to share this thought, as to me, the thought itself brought at best revelation, at worse, curiosity and further drive to research. 

Research for me comes from both peers to peer debate and quiet private investigation. Both of these indulgences bring a sense of happiness, I want to share this, I want others to feel the inspiration as I do.