I am a thinker.
Not all my thoughts are coherent (at least to the world), many times I find myself navigating through unspeakable thoughts, not because they are horrible just that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to find someone who would care enough to listen as I try to piece the ideas together.
I am a lonely thinker.
Many times my thoughts remain trapped in my mind, forgotten, untouched. I am more than willing to share them with whomever will listen, but that’s where the problem lies. Listening is a talent not many possess, we hear things but barely does anybody listen. To truly listen you must be engaged and to be engaged you must truly care and well some people just don’t care. Perhaps this is the reason why psychologists/therapists still exist because people will always need someone to listen.
Stephen King couldn’t have said it any better when he said:
“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them– words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”
If you have found an understanding ear, treat it with kindness and love and count yourself blessed because not everyone has someone who will simply listen.