An understanding

A wise old friend named Ida recently posted on her blog: "...no matter what kind of understanding you think you have with a person who doesn't speak ANY of your language, revoke that thought immediately because you probably don't have an understanding at all..." In the context of living in a foreign country, this is fully understandable....

Turns out, even if you do speak the same language as someone, were born in the same country and even have similar backgrounds, there is still a distinct possibility that you STILL probably never had any kind of understanding either. Speaking with the same set of words, but not the same set of meanings, I guess. Or maybe hearing one another, the sounds of the language, but not listening to the hopes and dreams underneath it. I hope that whatever this is I want so badly to believe is a misunderstanding is just that and not something worse.... I am feeling rather blue at the moment.