It's strange isn't it? It's strange how we impulsively right our stories here anonymously cause we are afraid of judgment , we are afraid to be seen as our mistakes , our flaws . Yet again here are , dying for a stranger to read our story, so we know our story has been heard , to know that our truth is out there , that we have been seen .We starve and crave for a presence that will cure our loneliness or disappear our problems , we come hear to express our pain only expecting it to be gone , is it gone yet? We read everyday stories of strangers of things they go through, a silent war they have to fight only end up defeated .Yet again we still choose unkindness in our daily life , to our friends, to a stranger , to ourselves ..If we want to be seen if we are in search of someone who care a little bit for us , for once to feel wanted and loved, is that how we want to be anonymously ? A stranger asking to let their hands get warm by holding another's stranger hand. A creature who wants to be heard and seen , is a creature who wants to be found , is a lost soul who wants to find meaning in a meaningless world. It's a soul that has been lost looking for their identity. Have you found it yet?