So we’re all caught up in our individual spaces, in our personal places, thoughts, dreams, aims, strategies, and views of life. Personal opinions about how to be, to do, and to live, what it means to strive, to overcome, and indeed, our individual answers to what the ‘good life’ means. And if we’re inspired enough, we go for it. For most of us humans, this defines the essence of the cycle of our existence. Otherwise, we’re all simply about living to ‘try to live’, that is, just keeping alive for the sake of it. This alternative is absurd, and downright depressing if we look at things this way.

You, my friend, are also in your own little space, your little BUBBLE. A world, maybe real, maybe make-believe, in which you live…as the center of your own existence. Your perception is the prevailing view, and you see the whole world through your own eyes. Normal, isn’t it?

And yes, its the most convenient way to live as a human being on planet earth.

Lets say something or someone comes in to burst your BUBBLE. Your little hallowed chamber, your way of looking at things, at people, at life. You are no longer the one who draws the lines, dictates the pace, defines objects, understands phenomena, evaluates people, or worst of all lives life as a whole. Everything you see and say and do is ordered and supervised by some external agent. Surely, you won’t take it! You would fight to maintain your space, your world, your BUBBLE. Its your life! No one has the right to tell you how to live it, what the bubble should look like, or whether it should even exist.

Even if its a bubble of fantasies, of fakes and self-gratifying but silly and even dangerously toxic matter.

Even if your bubble is a mass of mess, of hidden struggles and pain and despair. Even if the ‘intrusion’ is a loving surgeon’s incision, a friend’s concerned inquiry, or a glass of liquor spilling and splashing on your floor or God stretching out His merciful hands to help you, to heal your wounds. Even if.

If your bubble stifles and suffocates you, strangulates and snuffs the life out of your lungs and sags your spirit, maybe its time to let it be burst. And no one does the job better than the boss with the divine pin. You may loose all that ‘privacy’ but you’ll gain something priceless. You’ll gain an endless life, joyful and unfettered.

Think about all the bubbles in the world, and how easier things could be if we all were huddled and safely bouncing about in one massive bubble. God’s bubble. Which isn’t really a bubble anyway. Its boundless…love.