Dear Haiku....
You know what idea ran rapid through my mind while washing my hands? I thought about the bubbles that escaped out of the soap dispenser bottle. Think about it Haiku and do not find me silly for thinking it. But...the life of a bubble is pretty interesting.....Think about it Haiku really think about it...
Its life is so fragile..even more fragile than that of glass....so short..even than that of an ant. It seems like in a blink of an eye they were just born...then some die just as quickly in the same instance. Isn't that odd? Sometimes human life is just as brief and abrupt. It is amazing...here they are floating about the room..fluttering like butterflies...carefree...not caring when their life will end..not wondering or counting the seconds...not caring where they are headed..just carefree..unaware of their sudden demise.
I mean....really Haiku...think about it. It is something to think about. Bubbles..hehe.....they enjoy their brief life to the fullest and not having any regrets at all. They had their fun...and then they knew when to leave...and you know what? They were unafraid. Happy with living..knowing...oneday their presence will return to the surface and then into the sky...then to fade away....once again...only to be reborn. Almost like reincarnation...or ressurection...or even like the rising of the phoenix.
These little perfect spheres...life is so short... yet...just like children, they were born, just like teens...we change more then the tides of the sea as in which the colors of the bubble change...as young adults...to run wild..trying to find their own way..even if they blunder and get turned around..just like a bubble's movements..so unorganized and confused. Just like the elders...had lived their lives and then they move on.....who would have thought Haiku? That through washing hands I could think of such things. ..Until morrow.....Jaamashita
 Aoi Utsuki · Sun Sep 26, 2004 @ 02:38pm · 1 Comments |
