THE TASTE OF SHARING

There is a Sicilian proverb that says, “Only a spoon knows what is stirring in the pot.” Many people say that when you allow another person to know what is stirring within you, giving him or her a “taste” of a plan or idea, you instantly make a meaningful connection with that person. With this in mind let us try to ask ourselves, have I ever allowed anyone to know what is being stirred in me?

On the one hand, who among us want to know what is going on in the mind of someone we care about? Most if not all of us would probably say, “I do.” On the other hand, who among us wants to share to other people what is going on in our mind? Maybe some would say, “I do.” However, more would be hesitant.

If we try to examine our life, reality would state that we share more our life, our secrets, our ideas, our problems and struggles with people whom we are confident with, people we trust, and people we love. However, it is disappointing to note that reality would also dictate that we share less with the people who has been with us most of the time, people who are always there for us and the same people who showed us love since birth, our family.

We could not object that in today’s generation, we, young people, are more and more less opened with our families. Sad to say but it is the truth. How many of us have been opened with our family? How many of us shared our feelings with them? How many of us tell our worries and problems? More often than not, we choose other people rather than our family to whom we share our problems, struggles, joys, ideas and feelings.

Most of us are too shy to talk to them. We see it as something corny. Most of us think that we should only share with them things that are really big, things that are a matter of life-changing ramifications. It does not. Of course, you need to share such big deals. However, it is not only the big deals that we must share. We must be opened. We must share even the things we consider little for we consider them important to us.

We consider our family as the root of our love, trust, hope, unity and other virtues in our life but today, the more we grow, the less interaction we have with them. We do not even find time to share stories with them. Though, it was our family whom we heard our first story. We less shared laughter with them when they were the one who made us first smile and laugh. Few times now that we tell our problems with them when they were our first hand of support when we were still children.

Let us not waste each year, each month, each day, each hour, each minute, and each second we have with our family. Share something with them even little things. Allow them to know what is being stirred in us nowadays.  Cherish every moment with them for we might not know if it maybe the last moment we have with them.

Let us not be the people in the future who would say, “Sayang I did not take advantage.” We should be the people who would say, “Thank God, I had wonderful memories with them.”