Threads of a Stranger

In the vast jungle of unknown faces, we sometimes stumble upon someone who feels oddly familiar. There’s a spark, a moment of recognition, and we think, Maybe this is the one—a kindred spirit, someone who understands me.

With that thought, we begin weaving the strings of a bond. It feels natural, even comforting, to believe that this connection could grow into something meaningful. As we spend more time together, we start feeling better, more assured that this could be the friendship we were looking for.

But then, slowly and quietly, their actions begin to speak louder than their words. The kindness fades, replaced by indifference or behavior that feels off. And it hits you—this connection you were trying so hard to nurture wasn’t mutual. The strings you tied were loose on the other side, left untangled.

The person you thought could be a friend wasn’t one at all. They were just a stranger, passing through your life, leaving you with lessons rather than memories.

In that moment of realization, I asked myself, Do I spend time or emotions easily? My heart replied, No, you don’t. You purely believe in people because you love spreading happiness.

And that’s what stings the most—that the same kindness you offer isn’t always returned. But maybe that’s the beauty of it. Even if people come and go, leaving empty spaces behind, you remain someone who spreads joy, someone who believes in connections.

Not every stranger will stay, but the ones who truly value your light will never let it fade.