Listening to another's story -- how s/he came to be the person s/he is now -- is quite possibly one of the most scintillating experiences one can enjoy on this earth. I experienced it in my secret society (oooooooooh!) at college; I've experienced it in coffee shops with close friends; I've experienced it by reading memoirs and biographies and autobiographies. I've experienced it through my parents and my brother. Each time, I was riveted. I continue to be thus enraptured by what other people have to say about the most common (yet shared) topics. Somehow, I feel that our culture does not allow for much time for sharing.
There is something magical, mystical, about attempting to connect at such a deep, albeit impenetrable level with another human being. Even just grazing the surface of shared struggles/thoughts/existences with another is so invigorating!
Knowing that you're not alone is quite comforting.
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