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it is sad to me that some people never realise that there are far more interesting things to talk about and to think about other than other people. i do it too sometimes, i find myself getting carried away wondering about someone elses life, but the thought that so many people get off on it is what bums me out. no matter how well you think you know someone, there is no way you know them well enough to make up fantasies about them or lies or gossip. no matter what, no matter how low it may seem, everyone does what they do for a reason. try listening instead of talking some time, maybe you will learn something you didnt previously know. try asking that person directly instead of assuming you know what is going on. there are so many more fascinating things about life, just look. i wish it didnt bum me out as much as it does and i don’t think i am any better, like i said, i get carried away sometimes too, but some people really just go to town with assumptions and gossip and that is what upsets me. isnt there anything more interesting to talk about? can’t you just ask the person and listen to them instead of talking to other people that, like you, don’t even know whats going on? people do things for a reason, please just hush yourself and listen. it is amazing what you can notice and find out if you just shut up for five minutes.



“love is something like the clouds that were in the sky before the sun came out,” she replied. then in simpler words than these, which at the time i could not have understood, she explained: “you can not touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. you cannot touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything. without love you would not be happy or want to play.”

-the story of my life by helen keller.