Always different, yet somehow the same. And the people come and go, countless and fleeting relationships built and abandoned, because you are the intruder, the outsider, the newcomer and they may no have room for you. But you do not weep at this because you know, that if you remain patient, and have a heart that sees, somewhere in the sea of strangers there is one, or if you’re really lucky two, who will take you by the hand and call you friend.
Maybe we are all [Beth’s, ] boarding other people’s life journeys, or letting them hop aboard ours. For a while we ride together. A few minutes, a few miles. Companions on the road, sharing our air and our view, our feet swaying to the same beat. Then you get off at your stop, or I get off at mine. Unless we decide to stay on longer together.
from Riding the Bus with My Sister: A True Life Journey
by Rachel Simon, Houghton Miffin Company,© 2002
I miss YOU so much!! love and hugs!
ReplyDeleteAs I re-read this, I felt as though I should comment - and wondered who else had commented? Fancy that! I still miss you LOTS! I understand you - because I am also a transient. I just happen to have lived here the longest of anywhere - trying to sell this house - because it now keeps me sick.
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