Strangers.

Sometimes, God sends you something to ponder about through strangers.

Once, a stranger talked to me while we were attending a talk. She told me her little sister couldn’t get a job after graduating from uni. It just so happens I was taking the same major as her little sister (well, briefly took it). Keep in mind, I didn’t tell her anything about me. I just mentioned that I was attending university.

And sometimes, God gives you bits of advice through strangers.

One told me to always remember to fall in love with our loved ones every day. “I make sure to fall in love with my husband every day,” she said. I have never felt so happy and alone at the same time when she said it.

One told me to never waste time. “Your youth is too precious to be wasted,” she said.

One told me to remember our parents, in sickness and in health. “When you take care of them, you will find blessings abundant,” he said.

I wish I wrote more often back then. There were so many words said to me that would benefit my future self. Now, I can’t remember them properly. Such a waste, isn’t it? (Write more, peeps.)

It’s weird to talk to strangers, I know. I still feel that way. But when I do strike up a conversation with one, I never leave empty handed. I leave with a piece of their life that gives me something to think about.

Everyone has a story. They are waiting to be heard. Why don’t we all lend our ears to these people?

Prudent // 04.04.17

Remember.

There was nothing like it.

I’ve never felt anything like it.

The minute my feet parted from the ground, it was amazing.

From the cold breeze to the deafening sounds of the wind crashing through my whole body to the green hills and the blue rocky stream to the blinding rays of the sun to the cotton-like clouds and to the seemingly tiny people waiting for me on the ground, it was enchanting.

If I could live up there, just floating through the sky, I would.

I remember the day vividly.

I remember crashing to the ground and the pain. I remember the thoughts I had. I remember the taste of blood. I remember the smell of cigarettes while waiting for the ambulans.

It’s a day I’ll never forget. It was such a funny day.