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I clearly remember, as a child, blowing bubbles in the wind.
Looking back on it today, it was such a simple, insignificant thing to do. But the child in me thoroughly enjoyed it.
Running in the back yard, catching the breath of the wind in that small loop, and leaving a trace of perfect rainbow coloured bubbles behind. Bedazzled by the beauty of it, the freedom of it, and stunned by the fact that a simple touch can make it burst.
As children I guess we often felt imprisoned by rules and regulations set by either our parents, school or society as a whole.
But we were able to blow bubbles in the wind.
Today, as adults, it sometimes feels as though we are blowing away our dreams. And I somehow get the feeling, the only time we were really really free, were as children. Ignorance cán be bliss ..
As children we thought bubbles were fragile .. then we grew up .. and life taught us that the one thing more fragile than a bubble .. is another person’s heart and soul.
I can’t help but wonder .. if we treated one another the same way as we treated the bubbles when we were young, trying to keep them whole, allowing them to land softly on our open palms, treating them with respect, appreciating the unique beauty of each ..
Hmm, then reality knocked. And my bubble burst ..
it is as you said,
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return my friend to the freedom of childhood
it is then the hurt can be taken away by a kiss and bandaid, and you can fall without the fear and trust without the doubt, and fly your mind to the places beyond the clouds, and truly and utter believe, that tomorow will come.
Unfortunately all bubbles will burst - that is the cruel beauty of life...
ReplyDeleteWhile they linger, sparkle and dance - embrace and still try to find that inner child... for we are all just children at heart fighting against bedtime.
As a rule I don't comment on my own blog, but the combination of the above two replies justifies a humble thank you, at the very least. It might not make any sense, but it feels like a house-warming gift: en ek weet ek is waar ek moet wees. Dankie julle ..
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