Most people don’t communicate anymore - everyone always says things, but why does it feel like that’s all that we do half of the time?
I mean we tend to pick out pretty words, sometimes ugly, unpleasing and painful words to say. We use them in strings and/or in clusters. We then create them into sentences, we speak them, we write them, we allow people to hear our thoughts. We use them in our conversations.
And what I've come to realised is that when I look at these statements, these conversations - it looks like one statement after another. No questions, no concern, no feeling. What happened to the passion that used to be placed so carefully on our tongues, only to leap out and create sensations so special that they could not be understood on the outer level?
I mean we tend to pick out pretty words, sometimes ugly, unpleasing and painful words to say. We use them in strings and/or in clusters. We then create them into sentences, we speak them, we write them, we allow people to hear our thoughts. We use them in our conversations.
And what I've come to realised is that when I look at these statements, these conversations - it looks like one statement after another. No questions, no concern, no feeling. What happened to the passion that used to be placed so carefully on our tongues, only to leap out and create sensations so special that they could not be understood on the outer level?
