It was a cold, winter day with north winds howling through the window. The cold crept indoors, no matter how tightly shut the airways were.
He was moaning about how freezing it was even inside.
She had her mind elsewhere to pay too much attention. It was just the start of winter; more cold would surely follow.
Each person has random things hovering inside their mind. Things that grasp their attention at times when they should be focused on something or someone else. But we don’t know about them unless they are shared with us. Unless that someone else lets us into their mind, and on condition that we are empathetic enough to understand how and why whatever the problem is, is causing so much concern to the person next to us.
We are all different. It is inevitably so. And as such, we don’t all view the world in the same way. Problems we see as “end of the world”-type disasters, to someone else may be negligible mishaps. It is difficult to find people who share our point of view, our perspective, let alone our values. The meaning of “important” is not the same for everyone. That is why it is often challenging to explain what it is that is draining our energy and our mental health.
And that is why people often choose to bury themselves in a shell, rather than speak out. Because it is easier to shy away than try to make others understand.
He left, once again, as he always did when he couldn’t – or didn’t want to – understand her.
Just an hour later, the central heating in the building was turned on, presenting a strong ally against the cold.