When we can no longer share with those we love, we turn to strangers.

Whether it is a priest, a shrink, a night lover or a seat partner in a bus, we become more comfortable sharing with a stranger. With a promise that without judgment, they will make things better.

The truth is, we no longer share, because we do not share. We no longer care, because we do not care. We no longer love, because we do not love.

Every stranger, like you, have their own battles. Your battle is a welcome distraction from theirs. And in your sharing, they see more clearly, how stupid they must be, to think they have it worse.

If you have something to share with the one you love, share with the one you love. Your desire for a stranger is consistent with the urge to cheat – a longing that the presence of a stranger will make things better. Only after, will you see, that the hole within is only covered by the stranger, never filled.

“No one is coming to save you. Save yourself.”

But if you have lost all energy and have nothing left in the tank, please ignore me. Turn to the stranger. Even if the bliss is momentary, you need it now, to keep going.

– Osasu Oviawe