Bubble Chasing
I have a distinct memory of my oldest daughter when she was about 2 years old. We bought a bottle of bubbles and took her in the backyard to let her play with our new purchase.
She was so excited about it. Each bubble mesmerized her. And, of course, she tried reaching for each one of them.
But, the wind began to blow.
So, her reaching turned into chasing.
Before we knew it, she was running up and down the backyard. My husband and I were laughing hysterically as we watched her ping-pong through the grass waving her arms wildly. Most of the bubbles got away, but the few she was able to 'catch' disappeared immediately in her hands. Without a thought, she looked around to find the next bubble to chase -- only to have the same end results.
Bubble chasing.
If we're not careful, we can find ourselves running after bubbles, too. Things that look good, seem good, but leave us empty-handed. Their beauty captivates us, tempts us, but offers mere temporary and fleeting enjoyment or satisfaction... like a bubble in our hand.
She was so excited about it. Each bubble mesmerized her. And, of course, she tried reaching for each one of them.
But, the wind began to blow.
So, her reaching turned into chasing.
Before we knew it, she was running up and down the backyard. My husband and I were laughing hysterically as we watched her ping-pong through the grass waving her arms wildly. Most of the bubbles got away, but the few she was able to 'catch' disappeared immediately in her hands. Without a thought, she looked around to find the next bubble to chase -- only to have the same end results.
Bubble chasing.
If we're not careful, we can find ourselves running after bubbles, too. Things that look good, seem good, but leave us empty-handed. Their beauty captivates us, tempts us, but offers mere temporary and fleeting enjoyment or satisfaction... like a bubble in our hand.
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