Life is multi-lingual. It constantly talks to you in many languages. Out of all these languages that you can hear, the one you choose to listen to depends on the language you learnt. Most people attain great fluency in hatred. The language of love, it would seem, is left to the animals.
Happy the man,and happy he alone, He,who can call today his own; He who,secure within,can say, Tomorrow do thy worst,for I have lived today.