People are quite like bubbles, I think. It all begins with a
breath of life, a dripping wet mess, and then off we fly into whatever may
come. Bubbles are wondrous, fragile, all too temporary orbs of beauty and
light. They cannot control their fate any more than we can when the wind
decides to change its course. Those that choose to fight the wind will
undoubtedly break under the strain, and those that follow the currents may find
themselves popped either way.
In the end, we all must pop I’m afraid. It is inevitable. Large
and small, crystal clear and swirling with rainbows alike…it matters not. A day
will come that we all must face. The prick of a pin, the excited thwack of a
child’s hand or even the slow and steady effects of time. However it happens,
it will happen, and that is all there is to it.
Pop!
That could very well be the end of the story. A tragedy if I
ever heard of one. No matter the positive spin you place upon it, the day of
popping is unavoidable. This is absolute truth. So what, then, is to be done?
It’s a simple answer, really. We dance.
I earnestly believe that we all have the potential to fill
our tiny pocket of the world with love, light and joy. For a few brief beats
within the song of eternity, we can each and every one of us dance our part and
delight others along the way. We may find ourselves dancing conjoined with friends
and sharing parts of our essences until our rainbow swirls are not quite as different
as they were before. Sometimes we may even become so attached that we are no
longer separate bubbles at all. You’ll find yourself joined, larger, stronger.
However your dance should happen to go, whoever your
partners may be along the way, make the very best of it that you can. We
bubbles are terribly fragile things, and our part in the dance is shorter than
you may think.
And what else is there for us to do than to dance upon the
wind?
So go, my friends, and be the most beautiful bubbles you can
be. May the wind take you higher than you ever dreamed you could fly. Happy
Monday Fun Day.
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