People tell a lot of things to one...as if one is an amusing specimen....
I wonder why is there so much joy in telling, is it because
you know better
you are happy that your life is better or
you want to wipe away the sorrow for the other....
If it is the last one you are clearly underestimating them and overestimating oneself...you are crossing the line of living some one else's life...and taking the right from them to live theirs, just because you can command
If it is the other two then... clearly...you have not seen enough...lived enough....mingled enough traveled in mind and in experiences enough the way the one you tell has
So when it is not enough... the stretch of the telling falls short just before the turn ....from where the experiences and awareness of the other start
I wonder why is there so much joy in telling, is it because
you know better
you are happy that your life is better or
you want to wipe away the sorrow for the other....
If it is the last one you are clearly underestimating them and overestimating oneself...you are crossing the line of living some one else's life...and taking the right from them to live theirs, just because you can command
If it is the other two then... clearly...you have not seen enough...lived enough....mingled enough traveled in mind and in experiences enough the way the one you tell has
So when it is not enough... the stretch of the telling falls short just before the turn ....from where the experiences and awareness of the other start
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