Dear ???, It was a rainy Saturday toward evening. The whole city was relaxed, calm, and minding its own business. The cold but promising weather washed the last remnants of the summer heat out of the city’s heart, leading people to wear coats and jackets. The sun said its last goodbye for a whole season, and mighty clouds took its place to bring rain to the city. This place was a neverland with hopes, fears, and passions gathered all in one. I was sitting on a bench—it was wet, but I didn’t mind. I had covered my whole body with warm coats, knitwear, and boots. My face was barely seen. It was silent and cozy here. I was waiting for him. He sat next to me. I hid my face—my personality. I took out a pack of cigarettes; I offered him one. He refused. I lit it anyway. “Beautiful rain, isn’t it?” he said. I nodded. “Glad I decided to go for a walk.” I stayed silent. “What’s your name, sir?” he said afterward. He looked uneasy for a second after I said, “How’s your life right now?” “I mean, it’s good. I had nothing to do, so I decided to walk for a bit.” “Do you ever feel unsettled about the future?” It took a couple of seconds for him, but he spoke anyway. “Yeah, I do. Especially when it comes to deciding a career. I have lots of options.” “Do you even know yourself, then?” “Um, yeah, I guess?” I knew he didn’t. I knew that inside this man there was a soul that hid the light behind the darkness. I knew he didn’t belong here. I knew he was someone different but scared to show it to society. I took a drag and said, “You know what, maybe it’s better to be lost. Maybe it’s better not knowing the meaning. Pursuing the unknown without getting the real meaning might be the actual meaning.” “What do you mean?” “We pursue meanings throughout our lives—decide for the future, arrange the plans, be ready. For what? Be prepared for what? In a world of possibilities, what’s the actual reason to be so exact?” “I think you’re right. Guess most of the people are lost in the futu—” “You too. You’re lost as well. But don’t worry, you’ll be okay.” That was the last drag of this cig. I put it out and threw it in a trash bin. Then I stood up and said before leaving, “Now go back home and take that first flight. You have many chapters ahead of you.” Sincerely, Goose