After almost a year of trial, I finally threw caution to the wind and decided to speak to the boy who lives next door. He is not what I thought he was after all. He is a only a boy trying to come to terms with the realities of life. He is just a boy. I have learnt the importance of communication.
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Everyday for the past year, I lived a life of suspicion. Always thinking the boy next door was out to do harm to me and my property. Ever since the boy moved in, my mind was always suspicious of everything about him. I would monitor all his movements and record them in the diary of my mind. In my mind I built a database of everything suspicious about the boy. I always viewed the boy as rebellious. Every perceived characteristic that I picked out from the boy influenced my thoughts and attitude towards the boy.
When my
red rose flower was stolen sometime back, he was my first suspect. I never found enough evidence to convince myself that he was the one responsible for the theft of my beloved flower. My investigative instinct helped me gather important information about his name and background. I googled for as much information as possible about the boy next door. In a way I did a thorough job in searching all the social networks just to confirm my unknown fears.
It was after I had gathered all the relevant information that I yesterday called his name over my wall. He politely answered and we started a conversation that changed my general perception of him and other people around me. In short the boy revealed to me that he had come to live with his uncle whilst trying to look for a job to turn him around. I am generally a talkative person and so we spoke for a good three hours until I was called in to attend to some tasks that I had set aside the previous day.
Many times in life we create in our minds models of people we like and don't like. We fail to afford the power of the ability communicate with people a chance. When I spoke to the boy next door I was even shocked that the tone of his voice was not what I had thought it to be.
I have learnt that in life, everyone has a person next door. We become suspicious of people that we don't understand. Sometimes we label them as potential danger to our minds and as such every action they do is a perceived potential harm.
I now regard the boy next door as my son. He is only a boy trying to navigate the terrains and realities of life.
Discover a boy or girl next door and have a conversation today.
Learn the skill to communicate with people around you.
