How do I now look upon others, upon myself? Who do I see in the one who wants to join me on "my land", the one we call the migrant?
Honestly, I may not feel that it has anything to do with me. I might even try to avoid looking into these new eyes.
But if I stop the slightest bit in my daily routine, am I not invited, is it not in my interest, to "journey on" with the one who looks at me, who crosses my path?
Tomorrow, like yesterday, history, my story, our story, has it not been, will it not be walking together in time and space?
Therefore, is it not with myself, with my other self, that Life encourages me to be a fellow traveller, to "journey on"?