Beloved Stranger

Beloved Stranger.

I just love that word. Beloved. It sounds so poetic. I've always been fascinated by the English language. My own language is poetic in its own way, but with the English language I can play with the words in another way. Like beloved. We have our own version of that word, but it's not the same. Not at all.

Most people don't take time to reflect on things. But my dear stranger, somehow I imagine you do. I imagine that you think a lot. I know I do. And maybe I'm just hoping for someone else to do it too.

Life is an amazing thing. It's a movie and a book, a never ending story about our lives. We're all the main character in our own story, but sometimes we forget that fact. We are so busy fulfilling the part of being the best friend to someone else's story that we forget to be the main character in our own.

My dearest stranger, I want to remind you that you are the main character in your own story. That you are amazing and deserve the best, no matter what anyone else tells you. You are strong and unique, no one can ever replace you, and I admire you greatly. Make sure you make this year your best year ever. Do the crazy things you've dreamt of doing but never really dared to. Dance in the rain, laugh a lot and enjoy life.

And I will try to do the same. We deserve this, my dear stranger. Let's make this our year. No self-inflicted restrictions, no what ifs, no second guessing ourselves. We are amazing, and we can do anything we set our minds to. So let's start now.

I wish you all the best.

Love,

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