How to burst a bubble

One day, I was walking down the streets and saw a group of young children blowing bubbles with all their might. I wondered why bubbles popped so quickly no matter how big, full of air, and sometimes mixed with saliva traces they can be. Surprisingly, there were barely any traces of the bubbles on the ground.

I looked at the bubbles as they rose in the air and died. It’s like imagining a soul going up to heaven and then suddenly gone that the naked eye no longer sees.

Is our soul like a bubble?

Enough of the whimsical feeling and relating one’s soul to bubbles. How silly is that? “Life is like a bubble, you never know when it is gonna pop,” as Mona sarcastically would say.

What has become of my life? I have been engaging in long endless conversations with that mind of mine. I have never in a million years thought I would end up like this, but then again, who knows what will happen tomorrow. I might fall on my head and wake up thinking that I was overthrown from my duties of being a leader of an underground rebellious cult. Do people still join cults? I think they are called Facebook groups in our modern world.

I will honestly tell you that no matter how much I criticized people living in a bubble because they don’t know any better, it will not justify my willingness to live in one. Yes my drear humble readers, I live in a bullet proof bubble. No intruders and no solicitors welcome. But why is that?

I have managed to eliminate everything from my life for the feeling of quietness. I cannot stand noise. I cannot stand people jumping down my throat and criticizing my every move. Till now, at my age, I still fight with my mother to leave me be. My mother has an instinct or uncontrollable driving force to criticize me in any way possible. I don’t blame her, I was the worst out of the three children she “tried” to raise. The middle child. The forgotten one that is only one remembered when I am needed, and forgotten because I keep secluding my self from the rest of the world.

I am alone in my world. I cannot control this strange joyful feeling. Yet, when one remembers me, it is like the whole world does too. That’s how much I value one person remembering me or thinking of me. Can you imagine so many others as well?

I am different than others. I even perceive others differently then what most people do. I value one’s thought process. I value one’s life from beginning to end. No matter who you are, you are worth that moment of everyone in the world knowing you. Ask your self this, who is the most memorable person you have ever met in your life? They don’t have to be highly intellectual or good doers. Just people. If you can remember such a person, then you are able to penetrate their bubble forever.

Surprisingly, I have a soft side to me as well.

P.S. Ladies at work described me as, “Sweet but edgy.” I wonder what gave them that idea? Hmm …

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