Learning a language is in itself a difficult mission because it involves the delicate immersion in a reality different from your own where everything is comfortable and already proved.
In the past years I could discover and delve myself into “close” realities where I could reinforce and learn languages already heard, already seen and, moreover, similar in the grammar structures and in the roots of the words.
With Chinese the issue is quite different.
If when I dove into English and French I was like a 6 year old boy who began elementary schools having in the head an enough strong idea about how being able to play with words already heard, now I am suddenly catapulted into the inception of life in which nothing is yet known and everything must be discovered.
As an infant I’m slowly trying to create those mental structures able to support the word.
The different shades of the vowel’s tones accompanied by the melodious sounds of new words overlooked by drawn art-characters make Mandarin a real challenge.
To reach the temple on top of the mountain I must climb the long and arduous staircase, putting one foot after the other, training the structure of the throat muscles and building the perfect melody listening the pace of my own steps.
It’s only my second week. It’s time to go back again to school.
A Chinese proverb it is now necessary:
Be not afraid of growing slowly, be afraid only of standing still.