Sometimes I try to understand in silence when others are around. That allows me to exist completely because I'm simultaneously perceived by someone else whom I also perceive.

Being seen in this way is not just sharing that instant, but a reality that exists in a second so special that reminds us that although it's possible to be whole, even briefly, it's also necessary to function... It's something that can't be ignored.

We exist, always with reservations; it's a way of organizing those who live and feel so that others can have more time than we do. Sometimes it works, I think.

Similar to when you hold someone's hand and after a few seconds, you realize that your hearts beat together, without any obvious explanation other than the gesture that causes frequencies vibrating together without needing words, logic, or understanding. At least, that's how I feel the meaning of included.

Certainly, my functional version is much simpler to understand, even simpler to hate, since it serves only to function, not to be loved. It's often what fits within the available time. It's often what fits within the eagerness to understand quickly, finish quickly, resolve.

Knowing only the functional version is rarely your fault or mine; it's something that happens when reality itself pushes us to be more efficient, less sensitive, act more, question less.

Somebody will try to connect to you soon.

LainIwakuraBR.