There are definitely a number of times in my life when I just wish, and I wish really hard, for good things to come. Sometimes, or most of it; good things happened when you least expect it. It seems to happened just like that, it seems to happen as if it was meant to happen. It’s as if, that experience itself, was meant for you.
My momma used to say(and still does) that the best thing you can do is to listen. Listen to other people’s experiences. Listen to other people’s emotions. Listen to other people’s pragmatic & problematic daily stories. Listen, listen and listen. She always say by doing that, you’ll be much wiser. And truth to tell, I’ve been listening to her all along. So, does that make me wiser? I doubt so.
There’s always a need or let me correct myself, a requirement; in anyone’s lives that they need an ear in order to be heard. It’s as if it is a natural rule, that we need someone that we can lean on, whenever we feel unheard. For some lucky ones, they have someone who seems to be always and will always, there for you. But there’s flaw in this rule.
What about the listener?
Listeners are usually able to understand many kinds of situation and many kinds of problems, because it will be probably something that they have heard of before. And because they usually keep tabs on the things being told to them, they usually and never be pretentious towards their opinions. But what about them? What about those listeners who needs to be listen? To whom they can talk to? To whom they can lend an ear from? Other listeners? After realising this fact, it’s a cycle, isn’t it? But no, it’s different. It’s harder than you think. That is the reality.
The listeners don’t and won’t get much of an attention, when needed. The listeners won’t be understood because of the complicated thoughts they have. The listeners, will never be heard. You know why? It’s because the reality is, things will never be fair.
So, how do they get themselves to be heard? Well, they just talk to themselves. Crazy.