Once, at my grandparents’ house in Buzău, I was sent into the village. I came back running, to overhear a conversation between my grandfather and my grandmother: „Olivian is a hardworking person. Wherever you send him, he goes.”
My grandfather didn’t use to say too many good things to my face. But when he made that confession to my grandmother, I knew he meant it.
Another memory is with a rather critical teacher from the 8th grade, who, at least for a moment, I managed to impress.
I think people should say more good things one to another.
The only exception I can think of are monks, who prefer not to be praised.
Praising makes the world better, in my opinion.
I still think of moments when someone told something good about me, it feeds me, it’s a validation I need. I’m trying not to depend on this, but it happens naturally.
Also, don’t fake it. If you don’t mean praising, I wouldn’t do it. Say the truth, don’t just say things.
But if you focus on „What could I say good about this person?”, most likely you’ll come up with something.
