Strange little creatures!

I don’t get it; on the whole, they are nothing more than a blank space—a dot with absolutely no meaning—yet, when looked at on their own, they hold the immensity of an entire world. Yes, the complexity of their fragile structure, their harmonious behaviour in the air, and the softness of their expansion as they conquer the universe utterly fascinate us.

Right now, in all humility, I find myself drawing a parallel between the charm of these bubbles and the adventures of human life. Things so vastly different, yet, at the same time, so remarkably similar. Let’s look at it:

A breath of oxygen gives them life. The path to be travelled across the space-time continuum is generally uncertain. Both are subject to influences—or rather, pressures—that mould and guide them. I don't know, it’s a bit confusing to wrap your head around, but they have a short lifespan, they are admired and also hated, they bring joy and cause annoyance, they are free and yet restricted...

How is that even possible??? Sometimes I’m left without answers and plunged into an endless despair; I close my eyes, turn off the lights, and imagine bubbles, people, and charms.

The strange thing is understanding why, when they burst, they still remain alive—or rather, present in our deep and complex subconscious, with their atoms and particles scattered across infinity.

A bubble isn’t a person, nor can a person be a bubble, but the private universe within both brings together inexplicable meanings and similarities in the way they uniquely exist.