On the surface we see the glamour, the thousand dollar workout attire, the smiles with the loud cheery chatter, the brunch photos, the night outs with overflowing drinks.
The handbags, the suits, the intimidating heels, the fancy accessories that look so elegant but would probably look over the top of you wore it, if you could ever afford it.
The long afternoons lounging at a cafe, a yacht party or at a seaside hotel’s restaurant sipping tea and getting massages.
From the outside we see the summer trips to Europe, the exotic adventures to a third world country or the quick weekend getaway to Japan for some light shopping.
From afar we see the kids going to school learning to debate, to grow, to have fun. Then growing into young adults flown halfway across the world to pursue their dreams, whether in fashion, film, photography, acting or software development.
From the distance we see them coming back, working in high rise buildings, living in suburbs, driving electric cars, and even having ample time off to spend with their loved ones.
We look from a distance because we seem so far apart, but are we not just six degrees apart? Did your friend not go to the same church as them, do you not go to the gym they go to? Have you not met them on a night out, dated one of their friends or even worked with their company?
Six degrees apart, but the distance you feel between seems oceans apart.
So you travel to another country, you frequent the brunch spots, you find a high-paying job, you buy the clothes and you down the drinks.
But you still feel distant. You still feel like you’re standing at the opposite side from the glowing shore with the waves lapping at your feet. Maybe because the distance was never between you and them, but between the wound of the gaping hole in your heart, or the distance between your lips when you are busy staring in disbelief rather than living your life.
Six degrees, or an ocean. Te toca bebé./Your call.
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