People see things differently. How so? Gazing at a photograph makes one reminisce every detail inscribed impeccably in one’s memory and spend minutes cherishing the moments one had ever had once, cos that photograph really means something to one, whereas for others, it could be just another regular photograph. This explains much why sometimes I could nonchalantly turn over pages of photographs in a photo album and finish it while my grandma is still gazing at page three. We never have the same feelings like others do when we’re not a part of it.
Lately I tried very hard to find someone I could tell and maybe share a little of what I was going through, actually, how I was feeling. Long story short, there’s no one. When I told them a bit about it, others seemed to listen, but they didn’t get it. What I got were disappointing responses and they were far away from the circle I was referring to. They could just nod or add a “yes, I understand” but I didn’t see it working cos I couldn’t tell that I see a chance for me to tell further about it. They just don’t understand. It dawns on me, what I’m feeling can’t be pushed to them to understand, and the feeling itself is something inarticulate. No matter how honest you be, or dramatize it, others just hear it as another story.
Yesterday my friend kind of told me about her problem with her boyfriend, and I knew what I was only able to do were to give solutions and tell her what to do. After all that I’d explained to her, she told me that it wasn’t that easy for her to just carry out what I’d explained for her to do. It’s just not as simple as it seemed from my very point of view. She got me there. That’s when I realized, I didn’t share the same thing she was going through, and I obviously didn’t help by telling her to do this and that. She was right, I didn’t understand her, and it’s true. I was supposed to listen to her, and that’s all I should be doing. Whatever it was, I should be in the same circle she’s in and patronize, cos that’s what friends are for.
Then maybe, that’s what I really need. I need someone to listen from point one to point x, where I’m satisfied pouring my feelings out. I don’t necessary need solutions, and maybe those people were supposed to be listening rather than saying they understand and diverting to their problems. Solely, it’s not the same, and don’t even bother trying to relate them. There’s no such thing like a vicarious feeling from a person to another.
Maybe it’s just how it is. A green color, a café, or a scent could mean much to me but not to others. What matters is what it represents. Remember when we’re driving in a car with some other people, and there’s a song playing on the radio which happens to be meaningful to us cos it reminds us of a particular someone, it’s enough that it’s just we who feel it cos for others, it’s just another song.
Seize the moment, and make every second of the song special.
Lately I tried very hard to find someone I could tell and maybe share a little of what I was going through, actually, how I was feeling. Long story short, there’s no one. When I told them a bit about it, others seemed to listen, but they didn’t get it. What I got were disappointing responses and they were far away from the circle I was referring to. They could just nod or add a “yes, I understand” but I didn’t see it working cos I couldn’t tell that I see a chance for me to tell further about it. They just don’t understand. It dawns on me, what I’m feeling can’t be pushed to them to understand, and the feeling itself is something inarticulate. No matter how honest you be, or dramatize it, others just hear it as another story.
Yesterday my friend kind of told me about her problem with her boyfriend, and I knew what I was only able to do were to give solutions and tell her what to do. After all that I’d explained to her, she told me that it wasn’t that easy for her to just carry out what I’d explained for her to do. It’s just not as simple as it seemed from my very point of view. She got me there. That’s when I realized, I didn’t share the same thing she was going through, and I obviously didn’t help by telling her to do this and that. She was right, I didn’t understand her, and it’s true. I was supposed to listen to her, and that’s all I should be doing. Whatever it was, I should be in the same circle she’s in and patronize, cos that’s what friends are for.
Then maybe, that’s what I really need. I need someone to listen from point one to point x, where I’m satisfied pouring my feelings out. I don’t necessary need solutions, and maybe those people were supposed to be listening rather than saying they understand and diverting to their problems. Solely, it’s not the same, and don’t even bother trying to relate them. There’s no such thing like a vicarious feeling from a person to another.
Maybe it’s just how it is. A green color, a café, or a scent could mean much to me but not to others. What matters is what it represents. Remember when we’re driving in a car with some other people, and there’s a song playing on the radio which happens to be meaningful to us cos it reminds us of a particular someone, it’s enough that it’s just we who feel it cos for others, it’s just another song.
Seize the moment, and make every second of the song special.
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