I have often been a stranger in a strange land. It is an unsettling occurrence. I have learned over my years though that a “strange land” need not require you to travel to a country where you don’t speak the language and where the food is confusing in appearance and smell.It can be at a place you once considered your home.
A strange land is wherever your heart is not settled. It is wherever you feel that you are not supposed to be. The strangers can be people you know or they can people you never met before in your life. But either way it is when they do not know who you are; or even more tragically ,you don’t know who you are.
For some of us the strange land is our jobs. A painful routine of doing things we do not like to do because we have the basic need for shelter and food or the even more complex need for making someone else happy with us.
For some the strange land is confusion over sexuality. The stranger not only is a stranger from his or her family and friends but also a stranger from themselves. If you are a girl who loves girls and not boys but keep on dating boys in hopes that you will start to like them, then you don’t even know yourself and you are a stranger in your own body.
I can find examples from the work place to the home but the result is always the same. Hardship, sadness and an unforgiving taskmaster that looks an awful like the reflection in the mirror. So you go from this place if you can. Find out where you are supposed to be, travel to where your soul seems to be settled. It may be a hard journey to get there; you may not even realize it until you have passed there and sojourned elsewhere. But that is okay because trails and routes can go both ways, they do not have their feeling hurt if you walk all over them again.