requiemorelegy
An adviser is that someone who stands with you, next to you, someone who cares for whatever happens to you, who is a constant reminder of where your feet are standing. Advisers are friends, family, even people on the street, who pass by but send invisible signals of stuff you should do, stuff you should look after, stuff you really need to see, not with your eyes but see with your hands and mind. An adviser is usually someone who seems to find a spark on everything, that make the most of what they do, and they only mind simple yet crucial things. You may not confuse, advisers are everywhere. They can be deliberally mute, deaf or blind to you, but they are there so you know someone cares. An advice is often disregarded, not heard, marked as unimportant, irrelevant, words with a "check out later" checkbox. The choice is yours, you either listen an adviser or you not, but trust me, they know you so well they won't tell you "I told you so". They brighten up your days, they lift your hopes up, they seldom make promises because words are very important and they know failure is a constant battle, and failing at being a caring person is by far the heaviest weight. They smile back, they gaze the stars of each day and if you care for them too, you'll be rewarded with a friend forever, a best friend, a lover, a mate, a partner. Forever. No need to make up excuses, they fully understand.
I bet advisers are so hurt inside, waiting for someone who care for them as they care for others without any exchange. I bet they count their truths to themselves, they only trust their minds, they only find peace and ease in the fragile walls of their hearts and tears and laughs and silences. They caress souls so fondly like silk over skin; it must be painful to have so much knowledge about others and to see such things that people basically chose to ignore, that you know just enough about yourself, but no one's there to care, there's no eyes to see what you see, there's no music loud enough to comfort your feelings, there's no hug, no hi, no nothing to make you feel safe from your own thoughts, to keep you from the sweet insanity of overthinking. Well, they chose not to tell you so.
Advisers need as much comprehension as they give. Advisers need other people to exist and coexist with their troubled mind. You know, their minds constantly pop ideas, questions, neverending scenarios, situations, people, and time is just a theory. Time moves to us, but advisers have their own pace, their own strings. Advisers are stargazers, they are easily distracted with what we would call "mundane". They are drowned in this imaginary universe within universes, with their senses tickled and their soul in tears of joy. Advisers are dreamers, not active beings but they participate in Earth's revolution. See, they make this world rotate with just one word that knocks us down and keeps us so wildly shocked, and wondering: how did the adviser know exactly what I was thinking? how did it got to a better conclusion and so gladly tell me I was wrong? Full of them are the Heavens, obviously. Being an adviser, a dreamer, is worth a lifetime. I don't know how do I know this, but an adviser cares, even if you don't ask for it, even if you weren't expecting it. Advisers stand with you. Advisers don't lie.