Mental Stimulation

In between of a busy day like always, sometimes you stumble upon an conversation which leaves an imprint on your perception. Though you know about the reality of the situation, some one providing a fresh light on the situation helps answer the question you had with your perceptual faith.

This happened the other day when I was walking towards a situation, and I butt in an conversation.
Where the discussion was about intelligent conversation. In the whole conversation the question which was initially asked was, 'should one adjust or hold back the level of intelligence/knowledge in an conversation for a person who is unwilling to keep up?'

 When I though about such situation before I found it boring and unproductive when a conversation was not challenged and kept on the level that it has always been on or dropped.
It is not possible every time to introduce something new, but the effort should be there to keep it stimulated when the need arises.

This man who was the initial reason for the conversation said,
"Why should I get myself down to the level of the other to make them understand my point of view, I have worked  hard, learned, read, experienced a lot of situations and thing to achieve this state of mind"

he said it in a very calm and relaxed demeanour politely, and added

" I have continuously challenged  myself to get to this stage/state of mind, and I am proud of my achievement, why should I try again to loose the value of my hard work"

This whole conversation was not said out of ego or self sufficiency or supremacy. This was an conversation which portrays growth and learning. How different a perspective can be when it is challenged for the sake of learning and widening the prospective of 'self' and your environment and nature.

It also tells you why you outgrow someone or you find some conversation non stimulating.
It is because your prospective has grown.  -AXM 

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