Bubbles that don't go *pop*.

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Having my own blog and sharing my thoughts, emotions, feelings with the world- has always been on my bucket list of life. And only lately have I realised the necessity of actually checking things off of it. I am lucky to have had a wonderful life so far (knocks on wood)- a loving family, an adorable baby sister, amazing friends and magical moments. But nothing lasts forever. Life goes on. Until it ends. But what comes between those two polarities, depends upon us. And that is my minimalistic approach to life. I have tried to make mine count so far. The rest of the journey is still a long, long walk to go. 

And because we all have a bucket list, a list or a code of certain expectations that we hold of life- I intend on checking things off of mine or maybe writing a few more chapters. After all, life is your story. You are the author. You are the author to this never-ending novel of adventure and love and fun and all that you want and more! (And the owner to a bucket full of soap water.) 
Life's the bubble and you need to blow it. Blow your own bubbles and pop them if you want to. And that sums up what life really is in my eyes. That sums up what my thoughts on life are. And my thoughts are bubbles that don't go *pop*.



The universe bursts into existence from life, not the other way around as we have been taught. For each life there is a universe, its own universe. We generate spheres of reality, individual bubbles of existence. Our planet is comprised of billions of spheres of reality, generated by each individual human and perhaps even by each animal. - Robert Lanza.

There are so many bubbles like my thoughts, bubbles of happiness, sadness, regret, compassion, inspiration etc. Or maybe we are all just bubbles ourselves. Bubbles that just keep getting bigger and then one day, inevitably go *pop*. The last couple of years are when I have really grown up, though, to see the world as it is-and blow more bubbles. Bubbles can be more than just thoughts or feelings though. Bubbles can be the happiest moments of your life- a sum-total of all your happiest days- and it is because of these bubbles, that you are still alive. A bubble can be a memory that cheers you up and reminds you of sunnier days. A brilliant-hued bubble reminds you of the rainbow beyond the rain and the dawn ahead of the dusk. These bubbles take you back to your childhood days when blowing bubbles was the supreme joy of life and blowing bubbles made a day your best day- made every day your best day. SO it is vital that we hold on to the bubbles of life, imperative that we hold on to our thought bubbles and then enjoy the transcendence that follows. 

Bubbles = Happiness



What are these bubbles of life that make us smile? 

Scrabble with your family. Puppies in the park. A good hair day. Someone saying you look pretty today. Dancing. Music. Reading a book you just can't put down. Meeting your friends after the longest time and still feeling like you met yesterday. Raindrops on roses. Telling your baby sister a bedtime story and even though she has heard it a million times, she still has the same curious moon-eyed expression on her face. Coffee after a long, tiring day. Your favourite song on repeat. A Russell Peters video that makes you laugh for aeons. Switching the TV on and your favourite movie just started. The weather being 'just right'. Taking off your shoes when you get home. Oh, and since we are such a technology dependent generation, I should probably add - having 100% charge on your phone. Waking up before your alarm goes off so you can just turn that moron off before you get jolted out of bed. Reading fanfiction. Fan-girling with your best friend about your favourite TV Shows and ships. (Dad, not literal ships- I shall explain this to you later in detail.) A hot bath. Nutella. Chocolate chip cookies. Pizza and football. Oh these bubbles just never end. *Not in order of preference. Haha* 

And they never will. These are bubbles that never go pop. Because happiness never ends. Happiness is always around us. In forms that we don't acknowledge and take for granted. A hug is happiness. A Starbucks frappe is happiness. Happiness is always around us. And yes, so is sadness. But life is your bubble. And thoughts are your bubbles. So it is your choice. You can choose happiness. You can choose joy. You can choose forgiveness. You can choose better instead of worse. You can choose love. Because you can make your own life. Life is your bubble. And if you don't like your bubble, pop it. Start again. Blow another bubble. 

Lots of love and bubbles, 
Amateur blogger Ankita. 





Comments

  1. Rohit13 July 2014 at 21:44

    Wow Ankita. Can't believe that its your first entry. So proud. :')

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  2. Unknown16 July 2014 at 19:12

    That was ineffably beautiful. You're amazing at this! Love all of it. :)

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  3. Unknown18 July 2014 at 00:07

    Khub bhalo. :*

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  4. Anonymous18 July 2014 at 17:52

    :) Great start. Keep writing, keep blowing many a bubble!

    P.S. - Loved that Robert Lanza quote.

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    1. Thought Jukebox22 July 2014 at 21:46

      Thank you bubbles to you, Akanksha Ma'am :)
      I knew you would love it :')

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