We have a room in our house set up like a bar lounge. There are four comfy chairs, soft lighting and even a record player. It’s specifically designed for sitting and having a real conversation.
Maybe you remember these things: no phone nearby, no TV on, in fact – no distractions at all, just honest-to-goodness conversations. The only other place I can think of where an utterly uninterruptible conversation can occur is in the car, especially on a road trip.
I cherish these conversations and somehow, after years together, always manage to learn something new about my husband. When it’s just the two of us, we talk about love, life and loss. We share memories and laughter. We talk about dreams and regrets. We spend lottery millions that we’ve never won. They are deep and meaningful and fun.
Often, when friends are over, we move into the lounge to chat. The conversations aren’t usually as deep, but they are fun. We’ve had a version of our lounge in every house we’ve shared and learned a lot about people over the years.
Last night I fell asleep thinking about conversations. I remember a few from my childhood. I remember an assignment in elementary school that involved interviewing a grandparent about memories. Looking back on it, it was one of the first real conversations I ever had with an adult. I still remember the stories I learned that day.
The art of conversation appears to be dying. Technology has reduced people’s desire to sit face-to-face and actually talk. Adults just a few years younger than I prefer text or chat to a discussion and no one seems to want to take the time anymore. I’m so incredibly grateful for conversations and so filled with joy at the insight they provide.
There’s a whole world out there just waiting to be explored. Have a nice long conversation with someone soon.
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