We all learn.
From books, texts and journals, from quick notes and study guides, from private tutors and distinguished faculties, and spoon-feeding technologies.
From friends and TV and Internet, from newspapers and pamphlets, and, not to mention, the last pages of people’s notebooks.
From old women and bus drivers, the watchman and the housemaid, the plumber and the Page 3 accredited neighbour.
From nature and society, wars and prosperity, money and spiritualism, and vague philosophies of vague people.
We all learn.
Learning being a process so vital and natural, it is automatically denied a simple definition. Something we actually need (?) to formulate and learn. Binding naturalism in a few compact words is irresistible, and consequently so blinding, we ultimately master the words and miss the point.
Learning beyond what we teach ourselves creates new teachers. Be it a father’s stern countenance, a mother’s arms, or even the sweat beading on a mason’s mahogany forehead, there’s a teacher because there’s a learner.
And, in today’s mundane context, a learner because there’s a teacher.
We learn because our system tells us to. Thankfully, we have a system that teaches us enough to be able to see the flaws in it.
We learn because choices and mistakes tell us to. Learning from choices, in order to not make mistakes. Learning from mistakes; they leave us with no other choice.
We learn from every speck of matter that passes through the Trinity of the universe- however far, abstract, out of context it might be. The very question “what do I learn from that?” kicks off the process.
Yet, ultimately, we learn not because we have to or want to, we learn because we tend to. Right from the first twinkle in an infant’s eye, to the fleeting silhouette of life in an octogenarian’s, learning unfolds and manifests itself in magnitudes unimaginable, and certainly uncompressible in a few technical terms.
It’s okay, we’ll learn that. Eventually.