Day 271: Bubbles

When I think about how everything changes

Literally

Constantly

The reality of life is change

Moment to moment

We are all flowing down the endless river

It may be painful when we think about our loved ones

Some may think about their house or cars or job

Our pets

They will all be gone one day

We will be gone one day

If if we were Homer and wrote The Iliad and The Odyssey

They will too be gone

Flower petals, raindrops

Hugs, smiles, tears, and pain

All temporary

It’s daunting to think about this constantly when it is happening constantly

So we surrender to the flow

But when I stop to think about it, I think of bubbles

The kind that children blow out those plastic rings for fun

Bubbles are formed from our breath

Filling soap with air

No matter the size or shape we know what is in store for the bubble

It will float for a while and find a spot to pop

Even children do not cry at this simple phenomenon

Because we know there is more liquid to make more bubbles

To an extent, an endless supply of bubbles

One after another

Forming and popping

Existing and dying

Endlessly playing their parts in the play of life

Everything is bubbles

Providing joy for us all, if only for a moment

But the limits is what makes those moments so special

Everything happens once

It is not something to be sad about, but rejoice in every moment and every day

Being mindful that each second is special

Each time we see our parents and grandparents is a gift

Each time we see our friends

Each time we look in the mirror

If I can imagine that everything is bubbles, it makes the mundane meaningful

Whether I’m driving down the road or tying my shoe

Some bubbles are better than others, of course

But they all can bring us joy if we choose to see the beauty in each soapy sphere