Stranger to stranger

Falling in love

It's been two days since I came home. I haven't even touched the letter I found in the park. It's somewhere laying on the table in my room. I spent the weekend with my mom. She wasn't mad about me skipping school friday. I didn't expect her to be. We talked and read together. I learned how to cook better. I love the way these past two days have felt more normal than ever. Just a mother and a child enjoying their time together. It helped me reflect on myself and what I truly wanted to be. Plus, it made me realise what made me feel good in my everyday life. I love the sun hitting my face in the morning, old couples walking the streets at night and the sky shining with all its stars. I discovered again what I loved most in this routine of mine. I can definitely say that I'm meeting up with an old friend called: smile. I genuinely feel good. This little vacation was enjoyable, but I am ready to finish this journey. It's only 3 PM and there's still a few hours of sunlight left. If I read the letter now, I can look for the other, wherever it is. I take my glass of water and bring it upstairs with me. As I thought, the letter is on my little table next to my bed. I take a deep breath before opening the paper for me to see. It's the last time I'll get to look for another letter. The dry paper crinkles as I bend it in a way that the text is readable.

Dear stranger,

This little adventure of ours is ending soon. I'm glad you decided to pursue this idea of mine. Even more so, I hope it helped you in any way. I'm glad you took the time to give yourself a second chance. On that note, without it all, you wouldn't be here reading this letter. Be honest, if I did not oblige you to visit the art museum or the green light, would you have? Maybe you just needed a little push for an inner adventurer to come to the surface. I selected these places because they made me feel something. Honestly, they were not beautiful or extraordinary, but they were captivating. These places made me want to think. I used to be so scared of my thoughts and what they could bring, but something about the sound of water floating and the wind blowing makes me feel at peace. When your fears fly away, your mind is resting. We all need those little moments of serenity to bring us back to the present moment. When I go places, I learn something different every time. Whether it was patience, kindness or silence, I kept those abilities like gifts at christmas. I used them ever since and my life changed for the better. Somehow changes make you better. Whether it's in your hair, in your house or in your habits, change brings the chance of something better. If it doesn't end up being a good change, you can learn from it. There's nothing that you can learn from. Everyplace holds a story, just like your adventures do. Memories are things you should hold onto. By doing so, you can keep developing your story, your mind and your experience. For your next task, I want you to pursue your own little adventures in the future. Let yourself make new experiences with unexpected events. Learn from your mistakes and use this knowledge to better yourself and your habits. It's never too late to be adventurous or make a change. Changes are made to happen and you can't do anything about it. All you can do is adapt to them in the best way you can. I hope you follow your ideas, even if they sound crazy. I hope for you to let go of your fear so your mind can relax and wonder of new experiences to put into action.

PS: 366, 7th avenue.

With all my thoughts,

Another stranger.

I got touched by his words I admit, but all my attention is on the address written. I can't believe it. I will meet the stranger, after all those days. I don't know what to expect from my visit. Is he tall, small, old or young? Is he even a guy? There's so much left for me to ask in person. I want to learn even more from his perspective of life. Plus, if this letter holds an address, who knows what type of information is in the last letter. I type the address on the internet to find out it's just beside the bridge. It is approximately 30 minutes away by foot. I don't mind walking, I have gotten pretty used to it after all the chasing around. I have the time to go and talk to him. Only then, I'll know the truth behind all of this. Why did he start all of this in the first place? I can feel chills going up my spine and into the top of my head. Is this really the end? What will I do without tasks and ideas on ways to upgrade my perspective on life. I don't know if I have what it takes to pursue on my own. Not that the stranger was physically there, but at least he was helping me. I was excited to find a new letter each time. If there isn't anymore, what will I do? What adventure will I pursue? I guess it relates to what he said in his last letter, I have to come up with my own adventures without fearing the unknown. More precisely, without being scared of a possible failure. Even in the case of a mistake, I'll be able to learn to not do it again. It's quite simple actually. I'll just have to try not to be disappointed in the outcome of my experiences. I'll be okay on my own. I know how to look at life now. It doesn't get easier, you just get stronger and wiser. Now I know how to deal with my emotions, where to distribute my love and what to do when I want to cheer me up. Where there is dark, there is light. You just have to keep looking for it. On that note, I get up from my bed in excitement. I can't wait to meet him. All of this has been leading to this meeting. My curiosity about another stranger is through the roof. I go down the stairs and take my coat. The cold air is refreshing on my skin. The temperature doesn't seem so repolsing as it was before. I step into the alley in front of me to meet with him without fear. This is the moment when I get all my answers.