And the accompanying letter...
"Dear Stranger-
Hello there. I feel like i should start by telling you a few things about myself. My name is unimportant but you should know, I love creaky stair cases, i have a love hate relationship with cheep vodka, like most people my age. I dream about Paris and as I write this letter im watching my favorite movie., Drop Dead Gorgeous. You should rent it... its hilarious. As you can already tell from this letter I don't really care about imperfections, I cant spell very well but my imperfections don't define me so who really cares.
So my new friend, who I just found out is an inspiening poet & philosophy major just told me about “Concentrism” a theory about sharing one center, and the best way I can do that with you is by telling you a few of my favorite memories...
So I was in europe this last summer and I took a weekend to travel to Brussels by myself. It was incredible to feel compleately renewed by being alone in a new country. One morning I was having a coffee and waiting for a museum to open and I asked a lady to take my picture. She was also waiting for the museum to open up so we started talking. When the museum finally opened we went inside and I noticed that all of the information about the art was not in english so my new friend and I walked through the museum and she translated it for me. Its amazing how people allow you to learn so much. Life is all about relationships, and it is the people in the world that make it worth living in.
When I was in highschool I moved to new zealand and went to a bording school for 5 months. Living with the same people allows you to get to know them very well. My good friend Ryan was such an awesome guy. I spent 5 months getting to know him and when I left to come back to the united states he wrote me a letter that I read on the plane. He told me in this letter that he loved poetry, but he has never told anyone beside his family, I had no idea. At the end of the poem he quoted a poem saying “two paths dressed in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by and it has made all the difference.” Kind of cheesy but true. Just because we are socialized to think one way or act one way does not make it right. Sometimes you just have to do shit just because you can an because you know that any experience can be changing.
If there is any parting wisdom I can leave you with its to live fully, embrace the unknown, and find yourself. & Write often.
- a fellow stranger."
As well as an other letter...
"Dear Stranger,
I feel like I'm losing my mind. I have no one here to vent to, at least, nobody who can really, insightfully listen. I promise you I'm not an emo kid, just a 24 year old guy feeling lost and somewhat lonely. I should finally start my real college career soon. Going to school in August. I spent my after high school years bumming around community college and trying to “find myself.” We see how that turned out, huh? I wonder how you feel. Whether you're older or younger, experienced or fresh-eyed, loving or callous. I often wonder what the stories of other people are, the random people you see on the streets, the reasons they are where they are today. I wish I could record the lives of others, because everyone has a story to tell. This is part of my story, this letter. It's an embodiment of hope, of love. This letter is my attempt at being human again, or maybe, for the first time.
The Lost Stranger"
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