Broken Bubbles

The bubbles are intimidating and have such meaning caressed into their appearances, the colors they turn when the light hits them just right, shows how simple minded we can seem, the different colors make the bubbles all so unique because there is more than one. Consisting of various pinks, greens and blues and it looks vividly astonishing because they are all formed inside one single bubble. A bubble pops when too much pressure is applied to it, sort of like us human beings. It symbolizes the greater meaning into being careful what you say, you never know who is going to give up and explode, whether it be mentally or verbally. It’s like we’re all ticking time bombs, bubbles are often overlooked upon. Or when you leave it alone it dissolves, like us. After being isolated, put aside, left for last, we all feel that type of pain in hopes of disappearing.

The bubble has its escape by popping. It is also symbolizing how we have these socially influenced their stereotypes as well, how they have to be perfectly circular but that is not always the case, so many bubbles are stuck with one another, and it still looks gorgeous and that brings up how sticking with the ones that mean the most to you is always a good idea, you have to identify and try to distinguish good from bad though, you never know what kinds of people are going to throw obstacles, to try to test your patience in the future. That brings up how everyone and everything on this universe is temporary, from our perspectives.

Nothing and nobody lasts, one of the key ideas of life, so we should never get too attached to anything materialistic nor people, feelings, past events, because you never know when they’ll suddenly leave and when they do and will, you’ll be in a corner mourning, crying your heart out. We need to make the best out of our lives while we feel this way, in the long run, our outcomes are all slowly creeping up behind us, being completely inevitable, like death. Saying that, we shouldn’t live life in fear of death, we should have hope in what we’ll experience next, whether it be good or bad. But holding on, depending on distractions like other people giving you happiness. What happens when the other person gives up?

Love runs out, people change, people leave, it could very well be you too. It leaves you in an enormous pit of despair and you have nothing to blame but yourself and it’ll haunt you in the middle of the night, the memories creep into your head, as silent as death and you’re stuck sobbing into your pillow asking yourself why me? But deep inside you already know you’re only mourning over it because you let it go, you let it happen. After a bubble pops, it’s gone forever. Make it fly high, before you give up hope. We are similar to bubbles in almost every aspect.