The lost art of listening

A man wearing a cap is DJing with vinyl records in a dimly lit, eclectic room.
DJ in Chiang Mai, Thailand.

If there’s one quality I hope people would say about me, it’s this:

“He’s a good listener.”

It’s also one of the qualities I value most in others.

Sadly, in today’s society, it feels like that kind of listening has become rare. We’ve grown so caught up in “me, myself, and I” that listening has almost turned into a lost art.

You can see it in people’s eyes — they’re just waiting for the first chance to jump in and say their piece. It’s like they’re hearing, but not really listening.

It’s sad. And honestly, quite a shame.

Because there’s so much we can gain by truly listening. A lifetime of wisdom from the elderly. A fresh perspective from the young.

The stories. The emotions. The insights.

We listen and we learn, as the saying goes.

Let’s make that our motto. Words to live by.

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