listen, can you hear that?
there are some conversations i wish i could play over and over again in my head. why are words so powerful, yet so transient? i wish i could retain the gems of advice that have passed through my ears over the years, those life-details and those sad stories, a lot of which i never really took the time to appreciate, follow and understand.
i ought to develop my listening skills. eventhough i'm a magnet for angst-tellers, i must admit i have a way of tucking those tales away in some obscure corner of my mind, a place i never really look at ever again. i'm a bad listener.
it's like hearing people talk without hearing what they are saying. maybe it's a defense mechanism. with so much negativity in this world, and in my own life, i want to come across like i care without necessarily absorbing the negative forces that come from all the sad stories i have to hear from people who need me as a sounding board.
unfortunately, that makes for one self-centered bastard.
promise. from now on, i'll learn how to really lend my ear.
i ought to develop my listening skills. eventhough i'm a magnet for angst-tellers, i must admit i have a way of tucking those tales away in some obscure corner of my mind, a place i never really look at ever again. i'm a bad listener.
it's like hearing people talk without hearing what they are saying. maybe it's a defense mechanism. with so much negativity in this world, and in my own life, i want to come across like i care without necessarily absorbing the negative forces that come from all the sad stories i have to hear from people who need me as a sounding board.
unfortunately, that makes for one self-centered bastard.
promise. from now on, i'll learn how to really lend my ear.
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