Part three: The ripples of beautiful dialect.

The art of phrasing, conversational mundanities, a personal irritation and the wisdom I found in it.

"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are" Anaïs Nin

This piece has a few layers to explore—it’s a piece about questions and statements, but it’s also an honest recount of a personal irritation. It touches on boredom, imaginary etiquette, and the statements we come to rely on in conversation. Maybe it serves as a way to articulate my own feelings, or maybe it’s still finding its way.

Or perhaps this piece doesn’t quite know what it wants to be.

A lot is happening here.

So, let’s begin…

Our perspectives shape how we move and simply be with the world, each experience and interaction filters through our beliefs, backgrounds, and emotions, forming a lens through which we interpret everything—the mundane, the simple and the deeply profound.

In this dance of perception, we might find ourselves forming quick ideas, convinced we’ve captured someone’s story with just a fleeting glance. Yet, when we lean in and explore a little deeper and ask questions, we can uncover the intricate layers of story, revealing the beautiful nuances that beg us to broaden our understanding and embrace the treasures beneath.

After delving into the art of beautiful questions in part two of “The Ripples of Beautiful Dialect”—What makes a question beautiful? I too have been gently exploring the art of the questions—the ones I ask and the ones that come my way.

It has been a curious and clunky practice, as I catch my own familiar defaults rising to surfaces like old habits refusing to accept the aliveness found in change…

What if I set aside the invisible etiquette and brought my most curious and unusual questions to the table of life?

I find myself growing weary of my own mundanity as I reflect on the “go-to” questions I lean on too quickly in conversations. Too often, I reserve my more intriguing queries for familiar spaces where the oddity of them will be welcomed, retreating into the comfort zone of the familiar. Yet, I yearn to challenge this safe route in the less familiar conversational spaces I find myself in—and ask more beautiful and unusual questions.

Why?

To connect with beautiful matters of the heart.

My desire to work on refining my phrasing of statements in conversation, steering them into questions—emerged recently as I reflected on a recurring statement that often finds me, one that peeks subtly into conversations,

spoken and gifted to me with a good heart and complimentary intention…

usually carrying little impact—

However,

more recently, I noticed this little string of words landing less gently…

…Instead of moving almost unnoticed in conversation, these words have come to feel of subtle irritation, an irritation so slight that they could have easily been brushed aside—

but for the sake of this inquiry, I thought, maybe I’ll lean in and draw on my own quirky sensations to illustrate how statements can unintentionally become lazy…