SHARE WITH STRANGERS

I've been there and you probably have too.

Sometimes we can meet someone we just met but we can tell them many stories and feel like they can understand us and listen and share. We feel it's easier to share with that person than with other people. People around you are sometimes easier than your husband, wife, or lover. Or sometimes it's a friend who only meets a few times a year, but the feeling of sharing with them is so comfortable, all difficulties can come out naturally.

Try to imagine yourself as a sailor on a boat, you accidentally meet another sailor on the journey, you will easily tell them about the storm you just experienced, about your anxiety for the journey. In the near future, new people you meet will be delighted to hear about the lands you have just visited. You will also be eager to hear the story of the stranger or the sailor you met once a year. What about your lover, your life partner? That is the person who has been through the storm with you, with you who is trying to find a way to overcome difficulties on the journey, in the same situation, the same worries, the same pace of life that sometimes cannot be shared. But sometimes in the same boat, the other person's job is to steer the steering wheel, your job is to set the sails, understanding each other very well, sometimes you don't know how to tell, like solving the problem of getting lost together so you're both confused, easily angry, easily confused. angry. Everyone has their own difficulties in the journey together, but I find that telling others makes me listen more (of course, the other friend only has to listen to it a few times a year or a stranger, so everything is more interesting to listen to). ).

Sometimes we feel like jumping ship, but maybe our new teammates after going on a journey together no longer feel the same sympathy or psychology as before.

I think life is so funny, it has its cunning ways for me and my friends to forget the difficulties and challenges we went through together, the happy and sad stories with our fellow sailors, to see that some stranger is the one. confidant or confidant. Or sometimes it's hard to know if that stranger is the right person.

Nevertheless, when we delve deeper into this shared odyssey, what emerges as the paramount requisite is the alignment of two souls toward a common destination. They must journey together, donning the same tattered clothes that bear witness to the trials they've faced. They must hold a singular perspective on the allure of the beach they strive to reach, and, most crucially, they must cherish open lines of communication, never retreating into the chasm of unspoken misunderstandings.

As time wears on, we realize that the very essence of these relationships hinges on communication. The more we share our experiences, thoughts, and aspirations, the more robustly our emotional connection thrives. It's through this symbiotic exchange that we can weather the storms and navigate the rough waters of existence together.

Yet, traversing the tempestuous seas of life is far from a walk on the beach. The waves are tumultuous, the winds unrelenting, and the future, a complex tapestry of uncertainty. However, even in these moments of trepidation, there are countless ports of elation along our voyage. Occasionally, meeting strangers along the way can make us feel somewhat unsteady, forcing us to reflect on the course we've chosen.

It's imperative to understand that the essence of happiness doesn't merely reside in the destination we aim for; it's intricately woven into the fabric of our shared journey as we unearth the true meaning of life. It's about relinquishing the weight of past mistakes, releasing grudges, and finding the resilience to laugh in the face of adversity, to remain composed even amidst life's fiercest tempests, all to ensure we don't lose our way.

Starting anew, embarking on uncharted paths, is often a task that appears deceptively easy. What truly tests the mettle of our resolve is our capacity to maintain our equilibrium when the shadows of solitude or melancholy descend upon us suddenly and unbidden.