Strangers of the Universe

“Strangers with shared memories,
that’s the saddest end”

“You and I have never met. There might have been days, we passed by the street like a complete strangers, or had a quick glance across the street and disappeared in the mob, but we never met. Without ever realising the existence of one another in some other corner of the universe, we live our days. Without ever questioning what might have been, we go forward and make different choices.”

“The choices that define us in the past, present and future. The choices that separate farther or bring closer from being the strangers of the universe. We might be having the same life, taking same choices, having same kind of people around, having same seasons of emotions, hurdling towards the same eventual death, yet we never meet, just like our own reflections in a mirror, we live a parallel life.”

“You and I, though there exist these moments of tangency sprinkled throughout our entire life, are different, distinct, unique. While I being the emotional, intellectual and angrier counterpart, you could be anyone, a shy introvert to a hyperactive loudmouth, I can never tell, for we are the strangers of the universe.”

“We live as the heroes of our own story not realising being an extra in each other’s story. We long to feel intense again like we felt once, someday, sometime, somewhere. We suffer, cry, laugh, win, lose, sympathise leading the hero’s journey, while the other half imprints the same story on the rear side of the celluloid.”

“We see through the same eyes, but we see two different things. We hear the same things, but we absorb different meanings. We feel the same touch but we feel different sensations.”

“Our paths never cross. You and I, we are the same. I am you and you are me, yet we are the strangers of the universe”.