Since I was a kid, I was considered as talking too much. Childhood was meant to be seen but not heard, since the dearth of births these days had not turned the precious young even more entitled. It didn't matter that my many words tried to capture the oh-my-gosh many wonders of the world all around us.
Again and again I was to be punished for my arrogant assertions, my socially-insensitive honesty, my inconvenient and unwelcome therefore ignored insights. Finally, after half a century of relentless weathering, I finally learnt that secrets were not hidden, but because people refused to heed and follow up on, after listening.
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