Seven Years
       ©Irina Borisova 

Our agency has become seven years old, if I remembered the exact date of its creation we would celebrate its anniversary this December.

Seven years is a Biblical term, so now, sitting as always in front of my computer, I am trying to tally the results.

Several years ago I still compiled a statistical review with the exact quantity of clients, their meetings, marriages, partings.

I had stopped to conduct records long ago, looking back now, as a savage from an African tribe, I can say that there were MANY clients and that much of everything had happened with them (with all of us), I have already forgotten some names and family names, I know only that having started to recall everyone, I will be absorbed in remembering episodes absolutely forgotten before, these episodes will unexpectedly come to light or someone will remind me about them, and it will seem to me then that together with the life which I remember, I have lived some more lives during these seven years which I have completely forgotten.

Previously, before the agency, when there were me, my family, several friends and fellow-mates at work, I dreamed about life full of impressions, about meeting many people. Now I know that however one lives, it is equally difficult to find truth, but having lived such a rich life for seven years you may save yourself forever from the fear of loneliness.

Now I am more taken by the question about the ratio of the concepts "to seem' and "to be", about the combination of reality and illusions. I think if our world is rather real or rather imaginary, I am inclined to think it is rather imaginary because the real world is just nouns and verbs indicating objects and actions which it is possible to see and to touch, everything else is subjective, and there is much more things like that in our life.

My clients are often lonely dreamers sitting at their computers at home in different places of the globe, painting in their minds a fantastic image of a woman which, according to different reasons, they have not managed to meet in real life.

Some of them rashly throw themselves in the adventure of a virtual introduction, they find strength to part with the visions, to plunge themselves into reality full of unexplored events and problems, others so much cherish the world of their own illusions that do not find strength for this parting.

I think kindness is a bridge across the abyss between two different worlds, it is the only absolute thing in the imaginary world.

They say that the psychologists live less solving their patients problems. I think it is also because they pay this way for their intrusion in given way of events. Looking at the pictures of babies born in America, Europe, Africa and New Zealand which my clients send to me, I think that I have also greatly intruded in the laws of fate, time will show the higher forces real attitude to it, though for now it seems to me that the higher forces are condescending.

Our agency is half literary, it is full of fantasies and imagination, its real clients often turn into literary characters, and other men being taken by their stories turn into clients, then again in literary characters, and this mixed round dance has not yet come to its end.

More and more I believe that everything in life is pre-determined, and now I am equally ready both to turn over this page in my life and to repeat these seven years in the same field, as it quite often happens in the Bible.