Listen

I wish that someone would REALLY listen.

When I was younger, people would usually tell me that I was a good listener–most of them were a few years older than myself who had love problems that they didn’t want to share to others their age. I don’t know if I still have that same capacity to listen today but during those times, whenever someone wanted to share something, I would just let him or her talk until I was given my own time to say my own thoughts. There were more times when I didn’t have that chance. But whether they were serious about wanting to hear my side or not, allowing them to talk it out made people feel so much better.

These days, it’s hard to find people who would really listen. It’s like everybody wants to have a say on everything. It makes it hard to express what you really want to say and people hardly ever listen to what you REALLY want to say between the lines and beyond the words. A lot of people have become too insensitive or too busy to care to figure out what another might be trying to express.

My boss is probably the worst listener I have ever met to date. He sometimes just doesn’t care about what you think or say. It makes the job harder to do at times. It also makes me feel useless in some ways because regardless of how important I think what I have to say is, its NOT.

My boyfriend never listens without a debate. He just HAS to have something to say in contradiction. He just REALLY HAVE to make HIS OWN point and prove something in the most baffling way possible. He would drive me crazy simply by soaking my brain into his unnecessary interconnections of things and events. And even when you mean something else, everything just goes out of hand. It makes it hard to get back to the point I’d want to REALLY express and whenever I want to share something, it gives me a bit of hesitation if I should still be sharing it or not. I don’t blame him. That’s just the way he is.

My parents listen… but sometimes I feel like they only listen to what they want to hear. I don’t blame them. Times are hard and they have so many other things to worry about.

My brother has given up the opportunities to listen to the deeper side of me now that he has his own family. I don’t blame him either.

My dog listens. She really does. But whenever she starts to hear a little squishy noise outside the gate, she’d run out and mind her barking business. I can’t blame her. She’s a dog.

Other people do listen sometimes. But not one really takes time to hear what I REALLY want to say or what I truly mean by what I say.

Sometimes, I feel like my mind is a prisoner in my own body. I want to yell deep inside.

I know God listens. Last night, I was telling Him about all these things. He knows I’m frustrated and hurt. He REALLY listens. And He understands. I told Him how glad I was that He is there to listen and to please make other people learn how to REALLY listen too.

His answer was this:

“Listen to me.”