on bubbles...

I love bubbles.

I'm tempted to begin this anecdote with "as a child..." but that would be misleading. I'm pretty sure that my love for bubbles developed closer to my late childhood, early teenage years, with a surge of growth in my twenties. I absolutely love bubbles.

In life, I've come to believe there are four types of people. There are people who blow the bubbles only to pop them immediately; there are people who blow the bubbles who then try and eat them; there are people who scavenge and try to save the bubble by catching it on the wand; and then there are people who blow the bubbles and allow the bubbles to last.

The people who pop them immediately are over-zealous, sometimes impatient. They get the job done quickly, but the results are sometimes inconsistent.

The people who eat the bubbles are ambitious, hungry. They go for what they want and eat up every moment like it's their last--with no regard for success or failure or potential tummy aches.

The people who catch the bubbles are the people who want to make every moment last for a lifetime. Sometimes they catch the right bubble, and the right moment lasts forever, but sometimes they miss the bigger, better bubble that was a few feet away.

Then there are people like me--the ones who watch the bubbles as they float through the air, graze an object, and burst according to its destiny. Some last for a long time, some don't. These are the people who either really appreciate life for what it is--or they over-think life until it dies according to its natural course.

Right now, I'm watching that bubble fall, and it looks like I have four options:

1) eat it up

2) pop it

3) catch it

4) or watch it fall, never really deciding what to do until it's too late

..what to do. what. to. do.