I am generally a quiet person. I only like talking when it is a business discussion or when I am given a chance to share my knowledge with others. Otherwise, talking is just not my thing anymore.
I like listening.
I benefit from listening to other people’s experiences and thoughts. I have an aptitude to sit with a person for an hour, with my ears open, attention focused, passage to brain available and just listen. Just like a therapist. I could be one excellent therapist. I would not have cared for money because the quality of listening builds my soul, and trading soul for money only brings catastrophic implications.
Listening is like a bivouac to me; it shelters me from going astray on path of uncertainty. I listen because it is as valuable as an Ivy League to me.
I learn.
I evolve.
I innovate.
I reinvent myself.
I learn a lot. Sometimes, I learn how to be impressive, strong, undefeatable, invincible and unique; sometimes I learn the ways not to look like an idiot.
Listening opens door into other person’s mind. It resolves expected resentments and circumvents onslaught of aversion to my opinions.
Since I have discovered this weapon in me, my life has changed. It is peaceful. Now I have a purpose; a purpose of shaping minds; a purpose of eradicating frustration in people; a purpose of giving voice.
But I wonder, why therapists and psychologists still fail to make world a better place. I wonder more that why people still go to sofa-pasted-figures when they can easily talk to a friend or if not a friend, a wall, without spending a dime.
-- xandria
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