Strangers

Like meteors, strangers seem so distant from our daily realities, yet their life-changing impacts on our lives are as inevitable as the coming of a new day. At every new beginning in life, someone who we’ve yet to meet awaits us to introduce us to a new phase of our destiny.

Without strangers, life would’ve been a beginning-less journey with a destination to nowhere. For stranger was the midwife who welcomed us into the world and placed us into the bosom of destiny, introducing us to our mother, the first stranger who we’ve grown to know and love.

We were all born a stranger, into a world peopled by strangers. But as we matured into familiarity, we forgot our origin as strangers and started to mistreat strangers. The first steps of destiny were not on the road of familiarity but on the doorsteps of strangers where life took a leap of faith into the worlds of those who we didn’t know.

There are three types of people in the world: strangers who we will never meet, strangers who we’ve met but will never really know, and strangers who will become and have become our lovers and friends. Relationships are life’s stories authored by strangers who relinquish their fears of each other to become intimate.

Time has faded our memories to misremember that the face of everyone who is now the center of our lives was once that of a stranger. Though time ushers intimacy in relationships, fears have kept alive within the inner sanctum of every being, the pulse of a stranger.

The lips of lovers on which we’ve placed a thousand kisses, their ears in which we’ve whispered our secrets, and their eyes to which we’ve exposed our weakness, maybe familiar to us today but tomorrow these same lips, ears, and eyes may belong to strangers who we once knew.