When we hear someone talking about their experience, we say that we understand. What is this feeling of understanding? What is the feeling of being understood? And the one question that I have wondered since years—In a world where no one feels understood, why do we not put in the effort to understand each other more? This is an attempt to share my thoughts on all these questions.
Reading it felt like reading the best kind of poetry, you stay with it for hours hoping you'd keep on stumbling across something new and you would.
You understood most people's problem and you used language in probably the best way to make us understand our own problem. I'm grateful for it