Yon Whenever I leave home, I ask myself a question: what happens to "our" unknown?.
Each day as I walk down the street, I travel by subway or bus, I meet with hundreds or even thousands of people. People that after all, study, work, eat, talk, listen and do activities such as I or anyone else. One might say that a fund which is alien to us, we keep some resemblance and the only thing separating us from this, is the failure to meet each other.
Every morning, we greet the neighbor down with us in the elevator with a simple "hello" or "good morning" when in reality, in the few minutes it took to do so, we could maintain any kind of conversation . We treat those around us as genuine outsiders, and I wonder, What happens?. Is it maybe the reason, the fact of being afraid of what might happen after opening up to someone else?. Is it because maybe the majority of us live away from everything around us, to be aware only of ourselves?.
Who knows, perhaps that neighbor shows her smile every morning, want to tell us how much he misses his children. Maybe that neighbor who greets us to take his bike, as he observed from the portal, you want to get to know, or perhaps we who wish to do so. And here again the question arises: what is it exactly that keeps us from approaching a stranger?.
is possible that those to whom we look not daring to mention word, they may eventually become great friends @ s. We may find in ell @ s, we share the same tastes in art, science or life. And who knows, perhaps it is even possible that one of ell @ s have the key that opens the door, our deepest desire. But all this would be possible only if those people for a moment, cease to be complete strangers.
