This is the place where I was placed by grace, a strange place a scary place, where I should interact with strangers, people I do not know, people I never met.
It is even scarier when you think to yourself, that we are all out here, sharing a huge world with many strangers and not knowing our fate.Every day is a blessing certainly it is a blessing,When even going grocery shopping is a high risk!We never even know any more if tomorrow we would still exist.
The family that we kiss in the morning before we are ready to leave and knowing we will not be back until the evening, will they still be there with open arms to receive us, or would they find a replacement for us and deceive us?We can love someone so deeply and yet hate ourselves even deeper, explain how can that be.
How can we just hand out our hearts to someone in their hands to destroy, but we can never care for that heart and mend that heart or make that heart stronger?
How do we blindly love someone else and can offer the world in their hands, but we deny that same love to ourselves?It is strange, isn’t it? Life cannot be understood even if you study it!and life cannot be studied because it will make you crazy!But everything is true, everything is strange, how can we care more for a stranger and not care enough for ourselves?
This is the place where I was placed by grace, a strange place a scary place, where I should interact with strangers, people I do not know, people I never met.
We are risen by the sun every day, and reminded of life by the birds,car horns going wild and people of different characters surround us.We are in a strange place, that place we call our town, country, or crib!Where we leave our sweat, health, and kids.We blindly have given another stranger the full trust of our life,The access to our everyday life!A stranger yes, a stranger, our wife, husband, and even kids are people assigned to share this life with us, but they once were strangers to us!
Meanwhile, families mean everything to us, so much we give up our own hopes to build theirs, addicted to waking up each morning and facing the same routine, willing to give the best to a group that we created, that depends on us fully forever.
Yes, it is strange that those strangers occupy a huge part not just of our hearts, but our time, our life our everything.When we are gone from this earth, those tiny people we call kids will become our descendants.
Do you not ever wonder and question these things?
How can a stranger become my world, my war yet my peace, how can a stranger mean everything to me?
This is the place where I was placed by grace, a strange place a scary place, where I should interact with strangers, people I do not know, people I never met.
Love Always Maria
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