How wonderful it is to find a friend who actually listens to you, who is interested in who you are and how you are feeling. How wonderful to find someone who is not always fixated on themselves but shows concern for you as well.
So many of our conversations are not really dialogues, rather they are a series of individual monologues. I air my thoughts, you air your thoughts and the process is repeated. Perhaps we should ask ourselves if there is any real connection happening? Real conversation, for all ages, needs to be just as much about listening as talking.
To share both the joys and the burdens we need to listen, to get the focus off ourselves and on to the other. It's talking, not just telling, that it matters.