We Are Like Bubbles...

It's 9.20 pm on a Saturday night. The sky's quite clear and Sister Moon is once again preparing to sing her operatic aria entitled 'Crescent' while the stars are busy playing the overture. The conductor for tonight and every night is none other than Mother Nature herself.

I just came back from mass. Dinner was at Kim Lye. I'm 'alone' this weekend... my three close collegues at the lab have all gone back home. Actually, this is nothing new...

As I was on the way to campus this morning, my mind wondered back to my bubble-blowing evening. It then occurred to me that we are all, in a way, like bubbles...

Someone blows us up. The way this someone blows determines what kind of bubble we turn out to be.

Some of us are shampoo bubbles - heavy and fall quickly, difficult to blow. Some of us are bubbles blown with soap solution which can be bought from toy stores - light and easy to blow.

Up to certain time, we leave the blowing hoop. Some with difficulty, some easily. Some never leave the hoop.

Then, the wind takes us away. Some far, far away. Some not so far. Sometimes the wind is gentle. Sometimes it is not.

On our journey, we have the opportunity to please and touch the lives of those who watch us float by. We experience this inner satisfaction and joy when we see the expression on their faces - full of amazement, wonder and awe. However, some of us get blown away... undetected.

After floating sometime, the time will come when we just 'pop' and disappear. We leave fine droplets of soapy water that fall back to the ground. From soap water we come, and to soap water we return...

With that I wish you Good Night, Sweet Dreams and Happy Floating.

Hug, hug,
Bart