Bubbles

I read today that bubbles can actually be a symbol of the brevity of life and certainty of death. I didnt know that but it got me thinking about how quickly things can change... Just like a soap bubble pop. In a nutshell, a friend and I had a pretty serious fallout, and it feels like the type that may not be able to be fixed with a sit down conversation and a hug. But thats not the purpose of this entry.

Everyday we are blessed with the opportunity to live another day. So many other people were not so fortunate. Everyday we blow up our bubbles.

Bubbles of friendships.

Bubbles of jobs.

Bubbles of boyfriends or girlfriends.

Bubbles of all kinds.

Sometimes we forget that bubbles are so fragile and all it takes is the right pressure... and its gone. Sometimes we think that our bubbles are indestructible...

that our friends will never leave...

our job will never fail...

our boyfriends or girlfriends will always be there...

Sometimes we forget that everything is a delicate bubble. Everything is a delicate bubble and it is our responsibility to take special care of the bubbles in our lives. Cherish them because we have them and because at any moment we might not.