Franca Sozzani

Who listens to me? I often ask myself who does,
and I’m sure you all ask yourselves the same question as often as I do. 

We don’t listen to the young because they have no experience,
we don’t listen to those who have it because they are too old,
we don’t listen to each other because we are too busy listening to ourselves.

But how can we learn from others, or hand down our knowledge, if we don’t listen?
There’s also the despicable category of people who listen to you while they are thinking about something else, or keep on texting or sending emails as you are talking.

Listening to not extremely interesting conversations is also inspiring sometimes.
You judge people from what they say and think, and it’s always a way to exchange our views.
Learning to listen is not easy, but once you do it you have a great tool to grow and understand.

We all have something to say, but few know how to listen.“We can say that reading and listening are the same art, the art of being taught.” are the marvelous words of American philosopher Mortimer Adler. 

The world is moving with such haste and rapidity that we often lose the pleasure of reading a book or sitting patiently to listen.
Slowing down doesn’t mean stopping altogether, but drawing breath and waiting a second before springing into action. 
“Ascoltami”, listen to me, sings Elisa. “Listen to me”: how many times we’ve said it? Countless.

Allowing a few moments, without hurry, to someone who wants to talk to you is not a sign of politeness, but a way to create a bond with someone who needs your help and opinion.
If we learn to listen, besides, we will not need to raise our voice to be heard, when it’s our turn to speak!


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Thank you for your words !