Bubbles

When you were a child did you ever play with bubbles? A little plastic bottle with a delicate plastic wand inside. Dip the wand into the bubble magic concoction, pull it out and then blow into the round opening. Or wave your arm through the air and let the created wind fill the air with multitudes of bubbles. Magic, or so we thought as a child. Children are open to the world and not locked into a way of thinking, that only comes with age. We are almost taught to disbelieve as we grow older so that we in turn believe what we are told or force fed. I look at life and life’s choices as bubbles in a way. Whether we blow to create one or many bubbles or whether we move about to and fro, we still are the ones making the bubbles. Big bubbles, small bubbles and even hundreds of bubbles all floating around us as we have created them. They hold our imaginations for a brief moment and then pop back into liquid state for us to dip our wand again and again and again.

I look around and see the world full of people’s bubbles. Bubbles of religion, of politics, of social status, of rules, laws, judgements. I see bubbles of dreams, fantasies, hopes and desires. Bubbles, bubbles everywhere. Pop – pop – pop. How do we know which one to look at, how do we know which one will last? Sometimes we even chase after the one bubble that soars off into the air, daring it to come near to our outstretched arms. Almost every single bubble pops and we refill our plastic wand over and over again to keep creating the process of bubbles. But on that rare occasion, that one bubble gets away. One bubble that doesn’t pop. One bubble that floats up, up and away. That’s a special bubble. That doesn’t happen very often. I want to be that bubble, the bubble that gets away, the bubble that doesn’t pop but floats on the air to unknown places. I also like immensely the bubbles that collide and the two become one and yet still two as if coexisting in each other’s process. We need more of those bubbles, I think.

How many bottles of bubbles have you experienced in your lifetime? How many bubbles have you blown? You dipped your wands into the solution time after time, thinking it would never dry up, expendable. Always there, always so many that it was taken for granted. But once that’s happened, you forget. You forget what it was like as a child to blow bubbles and the bubbles of an adult have a way different understanding. But none the less, how one thinks, is just an array of bubbles floating out in the yard. We can all make bubbles, different sizes, different quantities but each bubble is up to each individual to blow. My bubble will be similar to yours but still different and that’s ok. We don’t all have to have the same and they all won’t be alike no matter what method we use. That’s part of the beauty of bubbles and hopefully a better bubble understanding. Make bubbles, know they are fragile and magnificent and yet powerful and resilient. Bubbles, bubbles everywhere.