I like to listen. It gives me a chance to absorb, collect, and gather myself. It gives me a chance to respond with care and caution. It gives me a chance to learn and empties others of their hurt feelings.
I like to listen, but I find excuses not to. Sometimes I don’t know how to respond or how I can help – and maybe I can’t help. Sometimes I’m angry or irrational with the other person – and maybe I don’t want their story. Sometimes I’m tired or I’m busy – and maybe I claim I just can’t listen.
I like to listen because I have to listen. I have to listen to the self-deprecation of a self-harming friend. I have to listen to the tweets from the over-stressed classmate. I have to listen to the questions, like the one I was asked this week – “If He doesn’t want to harm us why does He let others physically harm us?”
I like to listen and I have to respond. It’s a lot to hear the chatter, but nothing to let it continue until it ends itself. It’s a lot to pay attention to the signs, but nothing to wait to see if they lead where you think they’re going. It’s a lot to listen, but everything to be the difference when you can be.
I like to listen and others do too. Be open and share what you’re going through. Be open because you never know who’s going through the same things. Be open because every single one of us hurts in some way.
I like to listen. So please, speak.
Side Note: If this struck you in some way, I would encourage you to read my previous post titled “Light.” Thank you again for reading.