Pleasure of Conversation

 

Very few things are as beneficial or pleasing as stimulating conversations with others. In addition, there are often cases in which it is possible to reach a kind of supreme realm that one has not thought of at all as the story of conversation begins to unfold its hidden things. perhaps these experiences provide an opportunity to fully agree with the statement that perhaps humans are social animals. In particular, if the rhyme is correct or the code is similar, its role as a platform for exchange is maximized, expanding knowledge and perspectives, and reaching a virtuos cycle that provides positive energy evenly to the participants. 

 

The problem is that the gathering of two or more people always has a hidden variable, which identifies a tendency that arises through events and accidents and makes it nearly impossible to maintain lasting bonds. If it is conveniently classified as a matter of interest, it will succeed in gaining majority consesnt, but it will be difficult to go beyond the immaturity of hasty diagnosis with a single indicator. 

 

So I need to find the purposelessness of dialogue for the sake of dialogue. At this point, the number of people who enjoy it converges to a very small number, and they are driven to a crisis of existence and easily go through the process of dismantling. in addition, fragmented acqaintance relationships, which are individually organized, or even sub groups, cause legitimacy problems, and sometimes give envy and jealous eyes generously. And then, should I say that I am an individual who is divided on the side of the minority?

 

If I belong to any realm, it is possible to connect with some regrets, but one day, when anger towards others suddenly begins to overshadow the pleasure of conversation with a large deviation, the order of closing the doors is inevitable. Of course, there are a lot of people who do not drive to this point of no return, but sometimes a huge protrusion is possible, so I guess it is a field of people who suddenly disappear from their surroundings. 

 

Age really has a mysterious ability that makes me look at many dimentions. The visible signs of aging, the signs of lod age that gradually develop inward, and the consciousness that stretches as the emotional heat disappears. If I recall the scene where the candles are extinguished one by one, would there be a similar contrast?