Matthew Gates 2m 489 #world
The views of this article are the perspective of the author and may not be reflective of Confessions of the Professions.
Everyday, I wake up, and I live in my own world. Some might call it autism or ADHD or whatever scientific behavioral name they wanted to give it. Whatever it is, I find myself in my own little world every day. It’s probably not much different from yours. It consists of: hygiene (washing), output (peeing and pooping, hopefully not vomiting), input (food and drink), preparing (dressing and getting ready for [the world: work, school, nothing, or something. those are your choices.] We’re all the same.
A friend of mine, Rose, who used to be my lovely roommate in Israel, who went through some hardships and hell, but loved our life together — with eight other people and a bunch of advisers, came to visit me several weeks ago. I always joked with her that she would be my future ex-wife. The reason?
We lived together for a year. Adventure enough. Rose is very heroic and brave. I think of all my girls of Yahel that way. They are all very courageous women. We all met for a reason. We all live in our own worlds that we chose from that moment on. Life happens. A rare privilege to have crossed paths with the adventurous once again. It is amazing how much time has gone by and so fast, as we all have been living in our own worlds.
It is that way for everyone, especially when you are brought together in a moment, whether it lasts for days, weeks, months, or years. Everyone goes their separate ways and if it weren’t for social media, most people would lose touch and never speak again, though with the advent of social media, everyone is able to keep in touch. For the lucky few, if there is a reunion, or a meetup, or just an agreement to visit each other, it becomes a surreal experience of catching up to someone’s life and how everyone grew up and yet grew apart. It is the simple facts of life.
But all in all, the reality is that, even though we had great moments together, we still must live our own lives, in our own bubbles, in our own worlds, and perhaps, that is what life is for each and every one of us. There is no right or wrong, there just is the beauty of the experience of life. Keep in touch with those who meant a great deal in your life and the importance of human contact.
Rose went back into the world and although our lives have returned to normal, we occasionally send each other a photo or reminder of where we are in our lives. Rose is a special flower… a beautiful lady with hopes and dreams and is somewhere in the world, living her own life, in her own bubble, and in her own reality. I love you Rose. May you find your happiness in the adventures of your life.