Another day goes by. Will this be another day in which it is so hard for people to listen to each other? Aside from a true handful, this seems to be the case. It seems and feels easier to be ignorant of one another. After all, you don’t have to look for someone else but yourself.
Do we really listen to each other, or do we simply think we do? Am I just as ignorant as the people I hold in contempt?
Its easy to think we understand how another feel. We’d call this trait sympathy. It seems so true that sympathy itself is a lie. After all, we can only go about our own experiences to even begin to imagine how someone else feels. But if we are ignorant, then are those feelings of sympathy any more true than our own fabricated truth?
I have trouble understanding this world. My own time is important to me, yet not always to someone else. I invest time to those who feel bad, but I don’t get the favor returned. Should I? Or are they simply not aware that someone who helps may also need helping?
I am blessed with a loving family who is most likely just as ignorant as I am. We struggle every day to understand each other and end up in violent-less conflict every time. But that’s because we try. Violence is a result of lack in trying to understand. Lack of trying, I am sure.
Look into the world, there is so much more than just the actual words one speaks. There is so much more than just you walking there that one time. You walk for a reason. You think with an emotion, a result of your experience. Is someone else really different?
Who am I to condemn you for not knowing you are, what is forced upon you?
I can only condemn you for not listening.
Will you listen?