Saints of Strangers!

 

"Nostalgia curls around what little we were given and turns it holy,
Isn’t that how we bless the smallest things, and make saints of strangers?" - twitter/
@Marsadist
I have always been fascinated by people around me, their emotions, interactions, and thereon. I tend to associate myself with their needs and decisions and ponder the social structure that determines these quotients. This has made my aspiration to become a civil servant stronger. This society has shaped my thoughts, ideas, and almost everything that I am today.

On the platform X (previously Twitter), a number of discourses about various events happen. I came across a person randomly and got acquainted with them very quickly. There were some intriguing factors that made me resonate with that person. We have interacted sporadically from thereon, and it has always been so endearing and pleasant, and it uplifts my morale. I was reminded of this person when I came across this wonderful take on nostalgia. The term "saints of strangers" carries a mixed connotation where we come to make any random person a saint since our nostalgia triggers any happy factor that one might associate with the past. It might be true that my parents ask me to be wary of strangers, but I have always felt that certain interactions and emotions are real and that there is nothing wrong with finding good in every person we meet.
I find solace in every interaction with that person and wish there is longevity and happiness in that friendship. I understand there are repercussions to adoring strangers, but contemplating every person without prejudice and making reasoned decisions might offer you a greatly valued friendship.
After all, to be human is to be kind and empathise with every being on the planet and to have discernment in every new interaction is good but not to the level of completely dismantling the social interactions that offer lots of learnings and joy.

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