Lately, I have been everyone’s confidante.
I have heard stories of heartbreaks, painful encounters and darkness. These people, so close to my heart, breaking down in front of me, recalling their tales. They didn’t need advice – they simply need somebody to listen to them.
Listening goes beyond hearing, just as saying is different from sharing. When you listen to someone, you absorb the words, the implications, the emotions tied to them, and you accept the other person’s vulnerability without prejudice. To listen is to be a friend. To listen is to understand.
Sometimes we are deafened by all the noise outside and inside us – the struggles, the anger, the confusion, the annoyance – that we fail to listen to what is not being said. And these things that are not being said? They reveal themselves in the silence. If you just listen closely… that heartbeat says something. And then you don’t just listen, you see, you feel, you taste, you smell.
I honestly don’t know where this is going.
Or perhaps this is just a plea for someone to listen, even if I haven’t said anything revealing at all.
Even if I haven’t said anything at all.