One day I sat down and started writing and this is what I ended up with......
My bubble has burst. I am not entirely broken. I am slowly navigating the wide world outside my bubble. My confidence is growing. I have my moments but that is okay. I am trying my best to focus on the fresh air out here.
Some of you may not know what it feels like to have your bubble burst. Well…I do and it is not very pleasant at first at all. No experience in the world like it.
I would not wish this feeling on anyone…ever. I hope that all of you who are floating through life in your comfortable bubble can stay there as long as possible. May you learn how to steer your bubble away from sharp objects that may pop your bubble.
If you do find that your bubble bursts around your ears and you find the strength and courage to try to piece your bubble back together you may later discover that someone you decided to allow in your bubble is tearing down the pieces you have carefully placed while your back is turned. Once a bubble bursts I don’t think you can ever truly piece it back together and I am starting to accept the fact that I may never have a bubble again. People in a bubble are an optimistic group and once you have a bubble burst around you and you plummet to the ground you more than likely will not put yourself back in one with another co-pilot. You may instead opt for a stationary cardboard box for instance….thicker sides….less volatile…….nice breezy open top for extra fresh air to breathe....
Sometimes being outside a comfy cozy bubble is lonely and scary but sometimes you realize how much space and fresh air and freedom and wonderfulness there is outside the walls of your comfy cozy bubble that was actually just a charade anyway.
Other days from your viewpoint on the cold hard ground you see people floating around in their bubbles and you are insanely jealous of them but you still hope they can remain in there as long as they get to.
Sometimes because of the tragic event of your bubble bursting you can see signs of weaknesses in other bubbles. Usually one person is the culprit and the others in the bubble are blissfully oblivious to the impending doom of the bubble. This really breaks your heart for the oblivious and brings out terrible anger in you for the culprit but you cannot intervene. You are not the captain of their bubble. If you are a good friend you can maybe be close by when the bubble bursts and possibly place a nice soft pillow under the oblivious to catch them but even a cushion only helps a tiny bit.
So my friends if you ever find yourself in this walk of life less one cozy comfy bubble please know that you will become more and more comfortable in the big wide world….I promise you will. I am here if you ever need advice as to how to transition to the non-bubble living way of life.
Later Gaters
Those oblivious people floating in their bubbles.... I am often nostalgic for the days when I was one of them. Although things have worked out well for me, and I am very happy, I completely understand this. The bursting of a bubble changes you permanently.
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