Listeners need to be listened to.

 

So many stories in this world, the heavy weight we carry each and every day waiting to be shared. We hide as much as possible, but those stories won't mean anything if we have no one to tell them to. Secrets are fine, but holding too many inside you isn't, loneliness isn't, too much overthinking isn't. Crying is fine it releases the torn emotions inside the person, but crying with someone you love beside you is better, with a person that cares about is better, it's not a weakness but strength.

***

She was a stranger to most of them, they didn't know her, nor did she.
They kept talking, and she kept listening.
Holding her notebook, taking notes every now and then.

***

With each person leaving, a story is left behind. She kept collecting those stories, hoping one day that she'd be able to share them but what she didn't know, her heart had enough; it needed to explode.

She needed it to let all out, so she grabbed her notebook to not miss a thing. She kept seeing parts of her within each page flipping, page after another. Fear, joy, sorrow, happiness and pain exist in between the lines hidden by words.

Memories coming from everywhere, racing to be written first, wanting to be freed from this beating cage. She didn't know how she started or even when but all she knew, she kept bleeding words, she didn't stop nor did it end…

***

She remembered why she first started to listen, she wanted to be there for someone complete stranger. She wanted to send a message to the world, that not only family, friends, and pets are there for you; Strangers can be as well.

She was overwhelmed by feelings, she was at the top of her happiness because she was able to help someone, and she felt the worst feeling ever when she was incapable of helping them. She wanted to quit, but she couldn't, she needed it more than she realized.

***

 

These stuff doesn't only happen in books, or TV shows, they happen every day in our reality, too. Some of us think their job in life is to listen to people whenever they need until they forget that they need to vent out a little to someone every now and then.



A powerful and passionate and brilliant description of the true artist yearning for experience, excellence, and expertise--and most important--fulfillment. I am inspired by Yasmin. ---Jim Nico (A Complete Stranger) ---Podcast Producer Empowering Women at The Social Network Station.

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