Talking it out

(image from here)

There's a certain balance achieved with a particular distribution of silence (listening), talking (discussing) and movement (touching). Like a certain distribution of numerics to each compound or molecule to balance out a chemical equation.



Like when a friend silently and patiently listens to your woes, then gives an encouragement, or a scolding, or even a neutral comment, then gives out a smile, a pat on the back, or a hug.

It is when you are able to vomit out your woes through a steady stream of words, that the flood of sadness ebbs down and suddenly you just feel lighter. It is when your sadness is shared with someoene and somehow transformed to something more bearable.

After all, a shared sorrow becomes half a sorrow; a shared happiness becomes doubled happiness.


To kups, thank you for listening.