Communication, a short convo

"Why do people have to communicate with each other when in truth they just have ulterior motives.."

".. so you see-"

"In the end, once each other's use all dried up, they'd just be forgotten."

"Have your thought already gone astray from the stars we talk about? Or are you just wanting a soul to listen to you?"

"It just doesn't make sense."

"The gravity pulls each heavenly body in place-"

"What sense is there of talking when little to no action at all is meant done?"

"The heart overflows."

"Overflows?"

"We communicate with each other because we want to convey a message. Be it a question, from the most trivial of things: how was your work? Did you finish your work already? To the most essential: have you seen the rainbow yesterday, the one before the sun set?

"Your message might be teaching green soul to sprout greener leaves. You could be teaching the next Adolf Hitler some certain humanity. Or you might just be indirectly teaching yourself by teaching others.

"Or possibly, the message you want heard is just a simple direction. You know, for whatever purpose you want them done. Go and prepare dinner, it's already supper time. Go change your clothes, you don't want to get sick by wearing sweat soaked, rain soaked shirt. Go fix yourself a nice cup of coffee or tea if you prefer a gentler mood."

"From all that you've said, there's bound to be a single one or two that have motive behind each words."

"My dear friend, everything I just said have a motive behind them. Other than their meaning. Oh! If you could just see the strings as I am, you would certainly and clearly see the heart beneath each word."

"You keep saying heart? What does it even mean?"

"Communication is never just between two pairs of ears and a pair of mouth, or more. It is the way heart speak out to the soul."

"Your point exactly?"

"The heart beats, it is essential and invisible."

"And words that comes out of my mouth?"

"It is invisible and I for certain would not hold you little for you too is essential. So are the grass which blade caress the wind, the tides that gently places back the grains of sand that got washed away, and so too are the wind that carries certain dreamers' wishes to  faraway places."

"I still don't get it."

"As long as the message is understood, the communication is successful. If not, the heart just spilled all over.

"So about the stars, when do you think it will happen?"

"And about their motive?"

"Those aren't motives or meaning beneath you're understanding. It's your heart beating along theirs."