To All of You—Strangers

This is a letter written by my past self in December 2023, to all of you—strangers.

We haven’t met yet. I don’t even know that you exist—that someone like you, unique in your existence and irreplaceable, will step into my life at some point to become a familiar face, a name saved in my contacts, a conversation on WhatsApp, a user on Strava, a follower on Instagram. Maybe a friend who happens to live down the road, maybe a lover who happens to be miles away.

This is to all of you—strangers.

We haven’t met yet, but I know I’ll fill the pages of my notebook with our stories. I know you’ll show me new places, and you’ll become occasional faces in the gallery on my phone. I know I’ll have your back and support, and I’ll do my best to give it back to you—always with a smile, always with an open heart.

This is to all of you—strangers.

The year has barely begun, and though I have no clue about all the good things that are about to happen or the goals I will achieve, what will resonate the most at the end of the year will be a deep and genuine sense of gratitude: gratitude for having you in my life. To all of you—strangers—who I will call friends.

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Thanks for reading!

…and thanks to all of you who have become part of my life this 2024. Wishing you a great start of the year.