To be understood.

I once saw a quote (on tumblr I believe, apology for the lack of source) which read "I think what I want most in life is to understand you the way you understand you"

 One of the worst feelings has to be feeling misunderstood. Perhaps all we really want is for someone else to comprehend us completely. Love arrives with an understanding and maybe when we get people the way they get themselves or even more than they've achieved, then we embrace them. After all, it is ignorance which breeds confusion and thus hate, never mind when we briskly decide what we choose to take from people. 

There's a mystery about us all which may never be unravelled. Sometimes an understanding can form between two people with an instant connection and who knows why? Just imagine if there was someone who totally got you ; who knew why you were so passionate about that subject and didn't just assume you were a hot-headed, overly opinionated individual, when you did something wrong that you're not proud of they could grasp your intentions and motives and not just see you as a bad person. They could tell why you make your decisions. They get the "why". I feel that understanding someone is to know their purpose, their goals, their quirks, fears, thoughts, what makes them laugh, their past and people in their lives, events that have shaped them, what makes their eyes light up, their insecurities, what they want to hear and what they need to, and how, as well as everything else to know!

There could be no pretending.

 It would free you.

We're all searchers on some level and our determination to seek out the truth makes us yearn for our own to be discovered. We don't want people to give up on us. We know that there's so much more within us than what people often conclude and that part can scream on the inside but not know how to escape and name itself, compose itself into direct and fathomable information for the other person. Maybe it can be released indirectly through art, writing, eye contact, tears, silence... But it cannot put itself on a plate, ready to delivered and possibly once brought into the physical world at all, loses some of its meaning.

We close ourselves off a lot of the time too and either consciously or not, give people a version of ourselves, a behavioural pattern or whatever, that steers them off course and keeps the "real" us protected and a mystery to others.

I guess,

Truly understanding takes time and patience. It takes a whole lot of listening and perceiving. It takes losing the ego. It takes being real. It would be really hard.

But just imagine...

Love,
Rachel! :)