A�a�?Real knowledge is to know the extent of onea��s ignorance.a�?
Most of my time, I talk about what I know and how I happen to know them. I have been doing it since high school. I have always been the star of group studies, noted as an excellent reviewer, aced short and long quizzes on almost all subjects, and shared what I already know to other people. But something seems to make it look like everything is not enough. Maybe it is a product of overthinking and prejudicea��that I overtly think they might have been offended by me trying to show offa��because they are perceiving my actions from a different end.
My late grandfather, Pablo, told me when I was once serving him food that for me to be able to please people with what I serve them, I have to know what I am serving, I have to feel the feeling of the person to whom I am serving to, and think of nothing but the process of serving itself. A�With that, I will be able not to please the person and give him a good impression of me but I can also establish a bond through talks in between threads. I remember that after he told that, he thanked me and invited me to eat with him. By that time, I was so clueless about what he really meant. Good thing that I have a crisp memory.