Bubbles

I live in my own little bubble. Well, sometimes they pop and I fall. But before long I build myself another one, and float again. My possibilities are endless in this sphere. Although it’s fragile and flimsy, with its microfilm surface and it being easily susceptible to change and circumstance, for as long as it lasts, everything within it is pretty and simple. What is seen as impossible and ridiculous in the outside world is the creed which I live by in this place.

Most times I float solo. Other times I bring other people in. The criterion is simple – they must want to dream with me. They don’t even have to dream what I dream or see what I dream. All I need is for them to believe in it – I need them to believe in me.

Now and again people will come and poke around and tell me things that I already know. Things I’ve heard for a million times from the fools and the wise. Like how the dream is impossible and stupid and there’s no way in hell I can achieve it, let alone sustain it. But that is life. The realists will always try to tear you away from your dreams – and some even do so with the best intentions. But somebody once told me that one of the main purposes in life is to be able to part away with what is so-called realistic once in awhile. To escape to a place where what you are capable of is not limited to what other people deem as acceptable and commonly achievable. To learn of your many potentials and use it to make a change and make your mark in this world.

Dom Helder Camara once said, “When we are dreaming alone it is only a dream. When we are dreaming with others, it is the beginning of reality.” The ride in this bubble is best taken not alone. When you have someone to share it with, the (im)possibility of that dream, the realisation of it and the nonsensicality of it becomes almost irrelevant.

It is good to dream. No matter how far-fetched or how remotely connected it is to where I am or who I am at the moment. Because dreams pave the way for something else in the future. This 'something else' may be far from what I initially hoped for, but it is this dream that brings me to meet my destiny. It’s the whole ‘shoot for the moon; land in the stars’ concept basically. So what if I don't get my infinity pool? A swimming pool in the backyard with the shrills of little kids may be just as fulfilling if not more.

To fellow realists, I hate to burst your bubble, but you don't know what you're missing. Good night and sweet dreams.