Times of comfort with mere strangers

Yesterday I would wake up next to a man in his bed who gave me comfort. Outside in the living room, slept his friend, yet another strange man. The three of us would eat breakfast together as if we were family...as if this strange bond had existed for eternity.

Today, I wake up after a nap and smell the familiar sense of "ghormesabzi" coming from downstairs, made by this strange girl I met out of the blue a few yesterdays ago who has now become my family. Then I walk downstairs and me, this girl and her strange newly found "boy" eat dinner together.

Both of the above situations feel normal. Both give me comfort. Both take away the feeling of falling down in a lonely bottomless pit, not knowing when you are gonna hit the the bottom and get destroyed.

And this is how you grow up: to break away from the familiar bonds of those who are blood around you, you have to form new bonds with mere strangers, and believe in your heart that they too can bring the same comfort as your parents did.

You must. Or else, you will hit the bottom of the pit one day.