But that driver, or ourselves, have all acted like that because we thought we were understanding. Looking back, public opinion often praises "understanding" when praising a good child who has never asked for gifts. Praising an employee who quietly takes on extra work without a word of complaint. Praising a woman who patiently sacrificed her whole life...
When you were a child, when you were sad, you cried, when you liked, you laughed, when you wanted, you demanded it. How true emotions are, they are fully expressed. But growing up not only teaches us how to live, but also trains us to hide many things in our hearts. Hide the pain with a faint sentence: "It's okay". Hide the precariousness behind a forced smile, or a sentence without clear timbre "I'm okay".
The more understanding people are, the less they demand. Not because they don't need it, but because they are afraid of making others uncomfortable. Not because they don't know how to be sad, but because they always think their sadness is too small compared to the burden of many others. So they choose to be silent and silent so much that those around them mistakenly believe they are resilient. But the truth is that they are too used to embracing their own silences. What is worth mentioning is that we crave to meet someone who understands us, but also spend too much time turning ourselves into someone who understands everyone, to the point of forgetting that we also need to be comforted.
The more people understand, the more easily they become lonely. But how happy it would be if on this long and wide road, you met someone who does not force you to understand too much. A person who allows you to return to being like a child of yesteryear, tired to speak tired, sad to cry, silent is okay, and clumsy is not blamed. Because after all the storms out there, each of us only needs a small peaceful corner to be ourselves, and cannot always shoulder the role of a strong person that life expects.
