Have you
ever felt like you’re living in a bubble? Not a pretty one, neither a nasty one.
It doesn’t matter how your bubble is or how it looks like. It’s just your own
personal bubble and you’ve been living inside it for so freaking long that it’s
a part of you now. You created it, you nurtured it and you closed yourself in
there. Like invisible walls, limiting your potentials.
Sometimes I
feel like my bubble needs to pop and I can almost hear the loud bang and feel
the freedom of relief. Sometimes the bubble is suffocating me and even if I
know it’s up to me to pop it, it always feel like an unbearable task.
I feel the
bubble shrinking around me when I’m stressed or when I’m being pessimistic and pessimism
is not a good ally. But it’s all in the game we call life, and the sad moments
makes the happier ones even brighter in our eyes.
In the prospect
of a good event I tend to count the bad scenarios maybe because I’m a hard judge
or maybe I unconsciously think that this is how I protect myself. By making the
bubble stronger, minimizing the possibility of disappointment.
Well this is
wrong.
Popping the
bubble sometimes is what we need to get our feet moving, overcoming the walls
we build and give ourselves a fair chance of fighting. Win or lose is important
but even if we fall we may land on our feet. Not in the bubble. Because even if
we don’t pop it now, the day will come that it will disappear and the fall will
be far more hurtful.
So take a
pin and pop that freaking bubble!
I know I've popped my bubble, well not like in an explosive way but maybe nipped a whole in it. It's still here around me but it is shrinking as I make my way on my own.
ReplyDeleteThat's great, Ki! I feel like I'm popping my bubble and then I'm creating a new and smaller one. So it's shrinking. :)
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