My reality and your reality

My reality is different than your reality.

And yet so much is the same.

Both our lives go on.
In my reality and your reality, we both wake up in the morning to start our day and go to work.
In my reality and your reality, we both have to go food shopping, and clothes shopping, and run our errands to the bank and post office.
In my reality and your reality, we both have to balance our checkbooks and make sure we can pay our bills.
In my reality and your reality, we both have to make dinner for our families.
In my reality and your reality, we both have to run a load or two or three through the washer and then dry, fold and put away the clean clothes.
In my reality and your reality, we both have to scrub our toilets and sinks, and vacuum and/or wash our floors.
In my reality and your reality, we both have to take out the garbage.
In my reality and your reality, we both have to brush our teeth and wash our faces.
In my reality and your reality we both have to hug and kiss our children.

So many things are the same....and then so many are different.

Today I am sensitively aware of how different.
I chose to live in Israel, and therefore I chose to see how different our realities are.
I do wish my reality was different.
But I don't wish to live your reality so that I can have that different reality.

I'm staying here.
In my reality, which is a lot like yours, but so very different!