What’s Inside Your Heart?

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I want to really know people. I want to know everything about them. I believe everyone has a story; everyone is interesting and worth knowing.

I want to know what makes you happy, sad, angry and scared. I want to know what you love and what you hate. I want to know your regrets. I want to know your dreams and your greatest desires. I want to know the events and people who have had the biggest impact in your life. I want to know how you became the person you are. I want to know how you think and how you work. I want to know everything about you.

I wish I could get inside your mind and see things the way you see them because I’m so interested in who you are and how your minds works. Unfortunately, my mind is the only one I have twenty-four access to, which means I examine and analyse myself a lot; but I just find people, their stories and their minds are so fascinating.

I want all people to be seen, valued, loved and known. I want all people to know who they are and to share who they are and what they love with the world. Tell me your dreams because I want to help you get there.

I wish I could skip all the small talk and the get-to know-you stage so I can delve right in and find out who people really are. You can’t exactly go up to people, though, and ask them to tell you their life story and their deepest secrets. But when a person reveals a part of themselves to me, I feel so privileged, like I’ve been given a gift.

Sometimes I feel so desperate to connect—to be inspired, challenged and learn from people. It is one of my greatest desires to really know people at a deep level. That’s what’s inside my heart. I want to see what’s inside yours.

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