A pair of days in the past I watched a younger boy, maybe not more than 5 years of age, break a biscuit he was holding in his hand and go half of it to his presumably, youthful sister, who I imagined, should have been round three years previous. The woman checked out her brother and beamed, whereas the brother acknowledged and reciprocated with an equally endearing look.
Watching this from close to, I felt extraordinarily joyful and realised that when I’ve been capable of share, no matter it’s, materials or in any other case, I’ve all the time felt glad.
Sharing appears so joyful. A pal as soon as, after we have been having a meal at a restaurant, ordered a dish that seemed very appetising. Seeing me wanting longingly at it, she scooped up half a portion from the serving dish and put it on my plate. She neither supplied remark nor stated something. Yet I felt immensely grateful at her generosity.
So sharing offers the giver joy and fulfilment. My mom would typically inform me, quoting a vernacular sentiment that stated, “If you have to offer a piece of gold but cannot, at least place a flower.” The quote offers me a way of aid, for in sharing I’ve typically discovered peace. This is true even with my emotions: when I’ve shared disappointment or joy with a listening ear, I’ve felt grateful.
Sharing, I realise, is a approach of telling the opposite that we care.
The author is an organisational and behavioural advisor. He may be contacted at [email protected]
