If it hadn’t been for the spark lit by school French, German and Spanish, my life would look very different. That is not an exaggeration or a romantic flourish added with hindsight. It’s patently true.
Those early encounters with other languages did far more than add new words and phrases to my world. They opened a window. Through it, I caught my first glimpse of a wider human landscape beyond the one I had grown up with. I got the sense that there were other ways of thinking, other ways to live, other ways of expressing joy, frustration, humour and care. I didn’t yet have the words to articulate it, but something important had been set in motion.
At school, languages are often our first structured invitation to step outside ourselves. Before we travel, before we live abroad, before we choose careers or specialisms, a classroom language lesson quietly introduces the idea that our own way of seeing the world is not the only one. That realisation alone can be life changing. It plants a seed of curiosity. It gently unsettles the assumption that what is familiar is universal.
For me, that spark didn’t fade when the school bell rang. It stayed with me. It nudged me towards opportunities that, at the time, felt like small choices, but which later revealed themselves to be turning points. It travelled with me as I lived and learned across borders, in places like Belgium, Portugal, Spain and Kosovo.
In those places, language stopped being an abstract, academic subject and became something deeply human. It lived in cafés and kitchens, offices and buses, friendships and misunderstandings. It was present in shared jokes that only half-landed, and in moments that carried more meaning than fluent sentences ever could. Language became the thread through which trust, belonging and connection were woven.
This is one of the quiet truths about learning languages at school. You’re not just being given a skill. You’re being offered a lens. Even at a basic level, you begin to notice that meaning is shaped by culture, history and context. You start to see that communication is not just about transferring information, but about building relationships.
That awareness has a way of spilling into every corner of life. It shapes how you listen. How you travel. How you work with others. How you handle difference. People who have learned another language, even imperfectly, often develop a heightened sensitivity to nuance. They understand that what is said and what is meant are not always the same. That empathy is not an abstract concept, but a practical skill.
As my own journey unfolded, that early spark led me further. It carried me beyond the languages I first encountered at school and towards Albanian, Farsi and Mandarin, amongst others. Each of these languages opened doors I didn’t even know existed. Not only metaphorical doors, but real ones. Doors into homes and communities. Doors into humour that can’t be translated cleanly. Doors into stories, traditions and ways of seeing the world that had previously been closed to me.
Through these languages, I experienced a profound shift. I moved from observer to participant. From someone watching life unfold at a distance, to someone invited into it. I was no longer just passing through places. I was being welcomed in.
This is where the opportunities created by language learning become tangible. They’re not limited to obvious career paths, though those matter too. Languages open routes into diplomacy, education, business, healthcare, research, law, journalism, literature and countless other fields. They enhance employability, sharpen cognitive skills and increase adaptability in a changing world.
But their impact goes deeper than CVs and job titles. Languages change how you inhabit your own life. They teach you patience, because progress is slow and non-linear. They teach humility, because you are often reduced to simpler versions of yourself. They teach courage, because speaking another language always involves the risk of getting it wrong.
In learning Albanian, Farsi and Mandarin, I learned to listen more closely. To notice what sits beneath the surface of words. To meet people where they are, rather than expecting them to meet me where I am. Each language offered a different lens on the world, and with it, a clearer understanding of my own assumptions and blind spots.
This is why the spark lit by school languages matters so much. It doesn’t need to burn brightly forever. It just needs to exist. Many people step away from languages after school, convinced that they were not good at them, or that they had no practical use. Yet that early exposure often lies dormant, waiting for the right moment to reignite.
I have met countless people who rediscovered a school language later in life. Sometimes through travel. Sometimes through work. Sometimes through relationships. When that happens, there is often a sense of returning to something familiar, but richer. The foundations laid years earlier make the journey back less daunting. The spark, once lit, is surprisingly resilient.
In a world increasingly shaped by speed, automation and superficial connection, this matters more than ever. Language learning slows us down. It asks us to pay attention. It reminds us that understanding can’t be rushed without losing something essential. In professional contexts, this sensitivity can make the difference between success and failure. In personal contexts, it can be the difference between coexistence and genuine connection.
The opportunities created by languages are not always predictable or linear. I couldn’t have mapped out where my own journey would lead when I first encountered French, German and Spanish at school. I didn’t need to. What mattered was the willingness to follow that initial spark, even when the path ahead was unclear.
That is why I will always encourage others to begin or continue their own language journey. You don’t need a perfect plan. You don’t need to know where it will lead. You just need curiosity, and the courage to step into uncertainty.
One language often leads to another. One conversation opens the door to the next. One moment of connection reshapes how you see the world. Over time, these moments accumulate. They influence the choices you make, the people you meet, and the work you feel drawn to do.
When we talk about the value of school languages, we shouldn’t frame them as narrow academic achievements or optional extras. They are seeds. Some will grow quickly. Others will lie dormant for years. But all carry the potential to transform lives in ways that can’t be measured by exams alone.
A new language doesn’t just unlock doors. It changes how you see what lies beyond them. It teaches you that the world is larger, richer and more interconnected than you may have imagined. And once you’ve glimpsed that truth, it has a way of staying with you.
All it takes is that spark.
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