34 minutes

In my normal everyday, I like to observe the people around me .

At work, at home, while travelling, friends, colleagues, strangers.


Each person has a different story, they want you to listen.

Without using their words they can tell you a lot about themselves and when you add words to it, It enhances the impact.


They aren’t always like extraordinary, sometimes it’s a ordinary persons simple story that is waiting to be heard.


Such incident happened recently where I had to ask a question to a certain someone out of my curiosity.


She deals with a lot of people face to face and virtually. At time the people she deals with are very uncomfortable. 


Have you ever try to comfort an uncomfortable soul,

Imagine accepting a reality that is challenging to you,

And making it your own just understand the person who you are talking to better.


Even though every instinct in your body tells you to run away, you still have to shut it off and sit opposite the person look at in the eye and feel empathy.


My question to her was


 “Whole day to deal with such different personalities, good, lovely and the one in pain ” and added 

“Then you go home and you have to listen to stories from the other side of the world with a different perspective, when do you make time for your stories?”


She replied “when I am on my way home in my car, listening to music , I have 34 minutes to listen to my story and reflect on it”



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