On Joy and Soap Bubbles


In our busy and hectic world, no matter how complicated our days, the children can always put things into perspective. O’ to see the world through the eyes of a child. The unbridled joy of a child’s laughter, seeing the sustained magic in something as simple and quaint as a soap bubble should give those with all the answers time to pause and take a much-needed time-out.

One day, while visiting our grandchildren, I stumbled upon a couple of ‘soap bubble wands’ in a small store. One pink. One purple. The look on our granddaughter’s face when she saw that first bubble was precious. And she didn’t know what to do. So, she ran around the park lickity-split to catch them laughing all the while. When they were all gone or when they had burst, she’d yell over her shoulder Papou, do more bubbles! And then, she’d start up again chasing the bubbles and laughing all the while. Pretty soon, other kids in the park also noticed the iridescent orbs flying towards the sun and decided to join in on the chase. Where there had been one girl running and laughing now you had a dozen or so carrying on and laughing at about a half a pennies’ worth of soap. Precious. Just precious.

Off to my side, I noticed a couple, perhaps in their mid 60s, sitting on a park bench with plastic smiles on their faces. They had to be amused, c’mon, how could you not be? They’re kids, for crying out loud. I decided to take a breather and made my way over by the bench with the sitting couple and their pasted-on smiles. (Perhaps they were wincing from the sun or maybe just a little too much Botox. Then it hit me! It could have been both—sun AND Botox. Who knows and who cares?) I was watching the kids in amazement and I looked at the couple and said ‘R’member when we used to be like that, when we used to laugh like that? We all were like that once.’ And then, almost on cue, they both start up about having responsibilities and this thing and that thing, blah bah blah bah blah. I was dumbfounded. I just looked at them: Are you serious? And, again on cue, they both started in about putting away childish ways and being serious and this, that and the other. Geez, for cryin’ out loud, sit back and take a chill-pill, willya?

Y’know what, we all get older, there’s nothing we can do about that. Take it from a guy who’s been around the block a few times, growing up ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. You start losing stuff—your family, your friends, your dreams, your memories. The end will come soon enough. And the bad news is that none of us are getting out of here alive anyway. What did my grandpa used to say: ‘You might grow up, but you can stay immature for the rest of your life.’ So laugh a little more and don’t be in such a rush that you fail to see a little frivolity or the magic in the simplest of things.

The ancient Egyptians felt that when your life here on earth was over, you’d travel by boat to the heavens and get to meet the Sun-God. Before you could make your entrance into heaven they believe that you were asked two simple questions: #1. Did you find joy on your earthly journey? And #2, did you bring joy to those you met on your earthly journey? An answer in the affirmative probably got you in. The wrong answer meant that you were probably going to end up rowing your boat through space for eternity never finding dry dock.

Find it. Find your joy and share it. You still have time. And don’t be surprised if you find it hidden in something as simple as a soap-bubble. Take it from your Papou.

At least, that’s the way I see it. MLProko (2011) more at www.mikeproko.com

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Published in: on June 18, 2011 at 8:40 am  Leave a Comment  
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