Dear Stranger,Everything we do in life is for love. Why? I don't know.Maybe love is what keeps us going. Maybe love is the means and ends to this life. Maybe the Universe runs on love. Whatever may be the reason, love is what we all demand, and love is what we all want.But very often, we find ourselves without love. Some of us have lost love, some of us have lost ourselves in love and some of us don't believe in love. And for so many of us, it's worse because we don't feel we deserve to be loved. Right?I know how it feels to feel unloved for many years. I know how difficult it is to find light, hope, and healing amidst the darkness, pain, and suffering. And that is why I'm writing you again. Thirty letters and poems of realizations and lessons about loving yourself, loving others, and loving the world.I am with you and I am rooting for you. Let's do this together? Shall we, my dear stranger?Love and light,A stranger who knows you