Another thought came up, wondering why most people interested in the lives of others, in the sense of knowing the stories, where some do it for the sake of understanding that particular person even more and some don’t. The idea has been shared and concluded that we are all curious beings. We tend to find it interesting or perhaps, catchy when the experiences of one are told, when the past is unsealed. To judge a person maybe, we learn about people around us through the stories and rumors from third parties, does not matter whether the information we’ve obtained are real; or maybe, through the impression one has given us when we first met, say, the way he speaks and reacts towards certain situations. Come to think of it, it seems that sharing lives are part of the life, be it in communicating or gossiping, be it in friendship or partnership, be it in private or public, we tell stories of what we’ve learned, what we’ve done, what we’ve heard and what we’ve seen. We are given what we needed to speak, to hear, to see and to deliver; to interact better, to understand deeper. We created the language for easier communication, we created the wings when we admire the birds in the sky, we create the next generation for further evolution and we definitely creating our own lives, along with the others, where their lives are equivalent to ours.
