There’s something about being able to sit down and just talk, that is not only healthy for friendships, but therapeutic for people in general. Wouldn’t you agree?
Last evening I spoke to my cousin after about three weeks. To say we’re close is an understatement but sometimes our conversations are lost in the hustle and bustle of life, and being able to have a meaningful one is rare. I’m not talking about the every day run of the mill kind of conversations. I’m talking about the kind of conversations that leave you feeling something inside, where you just sit and bask in the afterglow of an extraordinary exchange of words. To talk – for hours at a time – about what’s really important in life and to talk about everything and nothing, all while still being able to piece your life together for the other person to understand.
I adore the kind of conversations where the words coming out of your mouth aren’t empty. They hold meaning. The kind of conversations that stir your soul and affect your mind. The kind of conversations that quickly become sentimental and take you through a wide gamut of emotions.
I think most of us have a deep affection for these kinds of conversations. There are usually some great insights and life lessons presented in the form of a long, deep talk. I caught up with two other friends over the extended weekend we just had. We talked about life, love, school, regrets, dreams and everything in between over coffee. But these simple conversations that are initially meant to catch each other up on our lives always end up being deep, stimulating and sometimes life-changing, and there are not many things I appreciate more than that.
No matter the topic, these conversations make you feel whole. They give you hope and a sense of purpose. Deep conversations with old friends always leave me feeling like the little pieces of my life still do make sense, even when the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel seems so dim and bleak.
Good conversations are as stimulating as black coffee… (And that’s saying something!!!!) — Anne Morrow Lindbergh