Sense. Feel.
This is not given to everyone. Now quite a few people are familiar with these things. When I say this, I do not mean physical feelings but spiritual or even moral ones. Many people are not trained in this skill. But if you think about it, it's hard to call it a skill. It is rather a gift and a talent, a craft but by no means a skill. To notice troubles or joy in the souls of others, looking only into their eyes and watching the movement of the lips. Partially take on the problems of others, experience with them, or even more from themselves. Feel the heartbeat of loved ones without putting their ears to their chests.
Inhale at the same time with them, live as one. Being as one organism without taking into account the possible distance. Just to live for someone and be needed by them, and in solitude, to become philosophers, poets or prose writers who find meaning in anything. And finding, tell your banal and dry wisdom to hungry, cold bare walls and a sheet of paper. After all, only they can appreciate our thoughts, giving them to our ears and eyes. Imagination turns into a so-called incubator, in which our thoughts are born, grow and reach perfection. Our mind, in turn, becomes like a mechanism for sorting thoughts, depositing the embryos of our future actions in large and long drawers of our brain.
Now too many people who answer the question "How are you?", Briefly answer "I'm fine". But only the people closest to them can recognize that this is a deception, that in fact everything is not as good as it sounds, that in fact in their heads, in the climate of sadness and grief, a typhoon is raging on various types of issues, troubles, problems. And this "natural disaster" will never pass, and will destroy all dreams, all the steps to them, which were built throughout life. Where in the role of cement there were cases painful for our soul: the death of loved ones, or falling from creative or career heights. This is the so-called test that is given to everyone. But for some it is harder and heavier than for others. And as the wise saying goes, "What doesn't kill us makes us stronger."
This life exam should be considered a gift from above, telling yourself that we were the ones who paid attention. And for this we will definitely be rewarded. However, many of us, and I too, consider it a punishment. Punishment for our thoughtless life, if you can call it that. Although the word "existence" is probably more appropriate here. Reckless behavior, unfounded thoughts. But no matter how many times we convince ourselves that everything will be fine in the future, for some reason this is not the case, but only for a while.
© Pasha Halyabarda
Musical accompaniment: Chris Daughtry - Traffic Light
