Sometimes the people who have known you the longest know the least about you. We become what others expect of us, never allowing ourselves to find our true voice, often afraid to express our opinions for fear of alienating loved ones, striving to live up to someone else’s preconceived idea of who we are.
There is also tremendous value in simply listening – to the silence, the sounds of nature, to another’s words. One of my biggest regrets is that I didn’t take enough time to listen. I wish I could go back in time and listen to the stories of my grandparents, my mother and father, my children and truly know what they were feeling.