I always loved to listen to others people stories, with their happiness and struggles, with beauty and pain. It made me understand me and my surroundings better, it made me better equipped for life.

Even though lots would consider me outgoing and loud and expansive, I have a side who is quiet and observant and empathetic. I love people, I love the fragility of the human mind, I love the strengths of our characters and the way we all try to do the best with our lives.

The more I listen, the more I realise there is no right or wrong. It is just the way each one of us handles what’s happening in our life at any given moment. What’s right or wrong in the end anyway? What’s right for you can be completely wrong for another human being. Siblings raised in the same family have different preferences and different notions about right or wrong. We all acquire individual wants, needs and likes. We want something today and we can be completely over it and want something else the next day. There is nothing wrong with it, this is who we are, we constantly evolving, developing, and becoming more and more ourselves.

Life is a journey throughout self-discovery.

By listening to others, I realise more and more how different we all are, how different we perceive life and how beautiful this is. Imagine if we all be the same? Where would be the fun? Even though we long for similarities, to have things in common and to understand our surroundings and the world, it is just impossible to get one size who fits all. We are human beings with emotions and expectations and believes and frustrations and bravery and insecurities, the whole spectrum of feelings.

By listening to others, I understand myself better, I can see clearly differences and similarities, I can be more tolerant and acceptant.

Listening helped me understand where others are coming from, their feelings, motives and perspective. Listening in a non-judgemental way helps them talk, confess and share. I can’t judge. I don’t have the right to judge. I always thought that everyone has the right to do whatever they like, ideally without hurting people. I believe that majority of us are fundamentally good people with good intentions. We might act stupid at times, but fundamentally we all have good intentions.

Allowing people to be themselves and looking beyond their projections, I can understand myself more and more. By helping others, I started accepted myself, love myself, define what I can tolerate and what I can’t. It could be considered selfish, but in the end, is all about ourselves, isn’t it?