Many wish could be that stranger, and as the currents of the Universe pull friends close and then apart, one wonders when are friends going to find themselves in this or next life.
I’m, of course making no assumptions over the who or the what.
But when I read this letters I wonder on the nature of connection.
When traveling, I met two people who inspired me a lot.
One was a Norwegian guy who was traveling through Latin America in his bicycle. He inspired me to ride and to travel. He gave me his email and we corresponded for a while. But this was like over 20 years ago, when email was in his infancy and I eventually lost his email address and I never heard from him again.
I still think about him every now and then, and he still inspires me when I imagine crazy adventures like bike packing in New Zealand.
The other was my friend J. I’m still in contact with her. Another important person in my life. Never a kiss, but I think we both thought about starting a life together at some points in time. Super important person for me, but when I do the math, I don’t think I spent more than a month of my life with her. 2-3 weeks in Patagonia, one week in Tucumán, a couple of day trips here or there.
My point is, some of the important people in our lives are sometimes but a whisper in the night, an Interstellar handshake in the dark. A couple of bits and zeros in the medium in which we dance.
Now that Medium is doing this crap with the home page, I hope these letters get to the right hands.
P.