Clueless Ink

Why don’t we study how to understand each other?

Why isn’t this something we learn, like math or history?

We seek therapists to mend us,

But why not teachers of humanity—

To spark a shift,

To listen not just to words, but to the unsaid,

To intercept the desires of those we love,

Without the need for every detail to be spoken aloud.

Imagine if such learning were rooted in respect,

A respect for the delicate art of human idealism.

Wouldn’t that be a start?

Imagine if someone could say,

“They’ve studied how to be open,

Not as a hobby, but as a practice that transforms”

And no, not just a 7-day course that promises wisdom.

I mean real effort—

Learning from real stories, real situations, case studies of life

Taking responsibility to be more human than machine.

Like any subject you study deeply,

It could become second nature—

A quiet instinct of the needs of the circles you hold close.

Here’s a thought:

Isn’t this why some people turn to faith?

Not out of hope for a better life,

But out of fear—fear of karma or consequences?

Yet faith alone hasn’t been the answer—

We’ve seen belief weaponized,

The world set ablaze by it.

What we need instead

Is to awaken our emotional antennae,

To feel what others feel, without needing to try.

To connect, not through big, abstract ideas.

A sensitivity that works silently, subconsciously.

Basically, it’s not about grand, sweeping beliefs.

We don’t need macro religions—

We need micro connections.

Small, intentional human circles

Where empathy and understanding thrive.

And when we get better at this,

It doesn’t just help our relationships.

It changes how we work,

Making what we do not just useful,

But full of purpose and care.