A moment

It’s all in the moments, don’t you think? Those vulnerable moments when consciously or unconsciously we decide to open ourselves up. We decide to show how insane we are, how sensitive we can get and what weird skeletons we carefully burry in our hearts.

That moment is without doubt a very critical moment in any association...when tears emerge, wounds are cut open. Most of us are wise enough to not show the scars to everyone. We choose you because we think you are special. We choose you because we think you will mask the pain away. We choose you because we think you are capable of hiding our sins and appreciate us for who we truly are.

I have been on both ends of the spectrum—being the quiet listener and the one with the lump in the throat.

The road parts in two opposite directions once the lump is subsided. You either destroy the little of a relationship you had with the talker or you make it stronger. I suppose it all comes down to listening. If a person listens he cares, if he cares he will definitely stick around. If someone can’t listen to you, no matter what he claims he could do, chances are it’s not worth it, don’t you think?

I want to listen. I try to listen. I have learned that there are times when I need to shut up and just listen—listen and not interrupt. Believe me, you won't be able to communicate with someone without the art of listening—in that one moment of trust.

And it is almost always about that ONE moment… if it passes, it would not come back. If you are distracted, you wouldn’t hear it again. Sometimes, just missing that one moment keeps us at a distance from the person we love for the rest of our lives or even makes us loose a friend in dire need of that one human sense

Are you listening?