It came to my mind while writing a story for Buzzle, that, when we expect people to understand us - what we actually mean when we speak, our actions and even our unspoken thoughts, we are, in actual fact, putting a huge burden on them. For, how can anyone really understand us? The blueprint of our life is like no one else's. How, then, can we have the nerve to expect someone else, to even begin to understand what we are going through, our experiences our reactions, our thoughts, our actions...? How can we put the onus of grasping and comprehending us on anyone, especially those who are nearest and dearest to us? By expecting understanding, we are shifting the burden onto someone else, because we want them to help us take a decision; we want them to tell us what to do. And, as it usually happens, they do not come up with the response we want or anticipate, or, are waiting for. The next thing is that we damn those persons un-understanding... that is so grossly unfair. The person/persons from whom you seek understanding will respond according to the blueprint of their lives. Just as you would if someone came to you for understanding...
The only person who can probably offer understanding is your child, the blueprint of whose life has been drawn from yours...
We, often, labor under the delusion that we are very understanding persons... are we really? can we really understand someone else at all? even if we get into the other person's moccasins, we can, at the most, only feel the pain. We will not even be able to gauge the intensity of that pain. And, our response is bound to be different...
At best we can walk a mile or so with those who need us in times or trouble, withholding our advice, and just holding their hand, offering them the non-judgmental comfort and solace of our love and friendship.