Mindreading

Why should I be frustrated when I don’t know how someone truly feels or thinks?

Do I wish for a world where we could simply read each other’s minds? Where we spurn the very things that give our friendships and relationships stories to be told—this strange dance of dizzying possibility and wonder, of delicate progression and anticipation, of fateful discovery and revelation?

As we should not wish for suffering to end, we should not wish for convenience in our lives that we would be better off without. To go against the natural order of the human condition is pure folly.