The life of a bubble

Today I went to East Coast Park: practising guitar and blow some wind... of course the actual reason is to get some suntan... XD As I went to a shelter to practice the guitar strumming, a little girl nearby blow some soap bubbles and these bubbles flew besides me. It was colourful, floating freely as the wind guides along until it burst into the ground.

I kind of enjoyed looking at how the bubbles floated freely. The multi coloured reflection from the bubbles reminded me of the colourful life it must have had. However each bubble only lasted a few seconds. The longest was around ten seconds as it flew quite far before reaching the sandy beach. Seems similar to a man's life...

Even though man can now prolong his lifespan beyond eighty years, he will still have to face the ending of his life journey. No man can can live an unending life in this world. Yet the world still goes on for "God knows how many" years. The history of human still moves on for thousands of years. What is a mere eighty years of life compared to thousands, maybe millions of human years? Isn't it like how short the lifespan of a bubble compared to the entire day you can spend doing whatever you want to do?

Yet, as short as the life of the bubbles seem to have, it displayed its vibrant colour and absolute freedom while it lived. It lived joyfully, attracting bypassers to gaze at its colourful but short life. They give pleasant and wonderful memories to those who see them. As I pondered through these thoughts while looking at the bubbles, I wonder if people would ask questions in their mind: where does the bubbles come from? How did it get such colourful details?

It also reflected on how we, humans, lived our lives. Do we live a colourful life or a colourless life? How has our lives impacted or touched the lives of others? Do we lived fruitfully and at the end of the day we can say, "It is done, I am at peace."? How often have we missed the chances to stay focused on our dreams and make it into a reality? How often have we missed out on opportunities that can define us? How often did we knew we could make an impact and yet let it go by?

Life is short... Seems like almost everybody who claims to be "wise" know this sentence. XD However the crucial part, which defines how you live your life, is this: what are you going to do with this short life of yours? Some took it to the extreme and they are remembered for reasons people hated. Others took it to a different direction and are remembered as role models to follow.

So how do you want to live your life?