I love people, and I love being with people. I love talking to people. I love listening to people. I love inspiring people. Because this is what inspires me.
All are teachers, all are mentors. There is no one we meet by chance, there is no talk we have by accident. Our relationships are a big jigsaw puzzle we try to finish, but there is always this one piece missing.
People in my life are many in number. I am sociable and talkative, so one needs to be either very rigid or absolutely stupid not to befriend me. Sometimes I feel wasted, and it is when I give up on a person and move on.
My "true" friends always express their disapproval of me having so many "untrue" friends, and this is because they care for me, they want my good, and they don't want to share me with undeserving people (which does flatter the little insecure child in me). But they also know I am an altruist and I always find something good in everyone, and there is always something to learn from everyone around.
I always say "I teach grammar and vocab, you teach life". This is valid.
But I want to mention how important our relationships with "passers" are. They show our true intentions and bring-up. they show our morality and priorities. When we know we will never see the person again, that one time we talk is important. It shows what we are. I always say morality is what we do when no one's watching, thus no one's expecting a peculiar behavior. But it feels good when we meet each other's expectations. And it is cute when people's eyes shine as they hear your name or see you by chance.
I love the talks. The talks over coffee or something stronger. I love the silence. Silence defines closeness. Silence is not ignorance, silence is comfort. Looks add up to this.
People come and go, some of them go when we least except, most of them come when we most need- the traffic never stops. But still, there are the ones who make us, the ones who are our grounds, our clouds, our moons, our ones. Feeling the love they spare is really important. Being appreciative is a must. Because people in our lives make us, they chisel us, they shape us, they are us. This is why they change with us, for us, because of us.
All are teachers, all are mentors. There is no one we meet by chance, there is no talk we have by accident. Our relationships are a big jigsaw puzzle we try to finish, but there is always this one piece missing.
People in my life are many in number. I am sociable and talkative, so one needs to be either very rigid or absolutely stupid not to befriend me. Sometimes I feel wasted, and it is when I give up on a person and move on.
My "true" friends always express their disapproval of me having so many "untrue" friends, and this is because they care for me, they want my good, and they don't want to share me with undeserving people (which does flatter the little insecure child in me). But they also know I am an altruist and I always find something good in everyone, and there is always something to learn from everyone around.
I always say "I teach grammar and vocab, you teach life". This is valid.
But I want to mention how important our relationships with "passers" are. They show our true intentions and bring-up. they show our morality and priorities. When we know we will never see the person again, that one time we talk is important. It shows what we are. I always say morality is what we do when no one's watching, thus no one's expecting a peculiar behavior. But it feels good when we meet each other's expectations. And it is cute when people's eyes shine as they hear your name or see you by chance.I love the talks. The talks over coffee or something stronger. I love the silence. Silence defines closeness. Silence is not ignorance, silence is comfort. Looks add up to this.
People come and go, some of them go when we least except, most of them come when we most need- the traffic never stops. But still, there are the ones who make us, the ones who are our grounds, our clouds, our moons, our ones. Feeling the love they spare is really important. Being appreciative is a must. Because people in our lives make us, they chisel us, they shape us, they are us. This is why they change with us, for us, because of us.
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