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That was a good question. "Why teaching?" He asked. "I feel a sense of satisfaction when another human being knows what I know." I replied. Isn't that the ultimate form of communication? Knowledge in its basis is nothing but thoughts. The feeling of someone else sharing your thoughts make you recognize them as equals, the same. And you don't feel alone. Isn't it the same when we meet someone from home? When you think they know what you are talking about, seen what you have see, felt what you have felt. Perhaps, been to the same park, same lake, touched the same piece of very small rock. Teaching grants this similiar feeling. Perhaps, that is why I've always liked teaching.

When you go on a trip, a visit, to somewhere significant, somewhere famous. As you look up at the monuments, be it Paris tower, Berlin square, Vatican, or even Kirkegaard's grave, do you feel it? Does your heart pump? Ah, how many before me have felt this way? How many after me will feel this way? Standing in this exact same footprint, gazing upon this seemly insignificant, yet seemly significant structure, tombstone. Sure, if you break it down to the material, the craftsmanship, the location, it may or may not be anything special. However, when you reach deeply inward into your heart, grasp that feeling, knowing that countless others had done exactly the same, felt exactly the same way, do you not feel saved? Doesn't that give you a reason to see this through?

Everyone wish for someone that understand them completely, someone they can share their joy and sorrow with, because it makes you feel sane. When you walk on the street, have you ever looked at a particular stranger? Or notice one that's paying special attention to you? It may be someone that looks totally different from you, dresses completely different, has entirely different job. But if you smile or wave at them, and they also smile or wave back with sincerity. Do you not feel the warmth in your heart? When you read a book, an articale, of someone expressing themselves, do you ever come across a paragraph, a sentence, that makes you go "I feel the exact same way." I think that feeling is the most precious thing in this world. It makes me realize that it is not just me here, but all these others. They are here too, with me. Some are near, some are far, but we are all here, together. Some might share the same thoughts you are having today, some might share the same thoughts you had yesterday, and some may share the same thoughts you will have tomorrow, be it joy, sorrow, bright or dark.

All the people you have met, all the people you will meet, they all make up parts of your memory and you make up a part of each of their memories.