What is it that motivates us to talk? To others.
One of the iconic scenes from the film ‘Titanic’ has Rose speaking about how she felt that she could scream and scream and yet no one will hear her in the crowded ballroom. Her fear of no one listening to her directly considered her identity formed from a class consciousness but it rather sums up the fear that anyone feels today.
Whom do you talk to where you are not misunderstood? Talking is a way of letting off steam. Sharing something is important; it apparently leads to closed doors of a heart being opened up. It’s an intimate act. It’s a simple act Is it a simple act? Does anyone out there want to listen, to make an effort to understand you? If someone begins telling you how they really are, don’t we judge them and recede into a shell? Let’s look at our family, the epitome of share and care, at our close friends which should be restricted to a maximum or one or two. Because people get bored if you share your life history, even general stuff. It’s like a bomb exploded in their faces. As much as films advertise the concept of people really wanting to connect, it’s a misdemeanor, an effort doomed from the minute you utter the word. Maybe communications with your family might be good or even your close friends but these are the people who have the power to judge you constantly. What do you do with people who listen to you and the next day contort your words and use them as mild missiles let loose to hurt you? Or where the topic is changed suddenly, the excuse being given that it was to lighten your mood.
Maybe it was to lighten your mood but was that the need of the hour? Deliberate attempts at avoiding doing the needful is the driving force of our relationships.
We can shut our ears and choose not to listen. That is the power of our choice. Or you can talk to people who make you feel as if they have done the greatest thing on this earth by simply listening to you. No doubt it is a favor where you feel the need to thank someone because they heard you out for five minutes even though your intention was renewing a friendship. The better option is not only to shut our ears but shut our mouths and gives in to the reality of being misunderstood, blown out of proportion and finally recede into silence.
Not the golden silence of a library wall but the bitter silence of holding your tongue where no one wants to listen to you.
What other choice do you have?
About the Author
Aspiring writer who likes to see the different colors of the world and then write them down. Shrehya Taneja is currently studying English literature at Delhi University and likes to keenly observe things. She is a forever aspiring author who is interested in viewing the world differently. Among other things she loves books and traveling along with her pet dog and the simple things in life.
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