We live in a bubble.

You might think I say that because we live in the suburbs, and we are supposedly closed off from the real world.

This might be true in some cases, but let's dive deeper into that.

Ok, we live in a bubble within our clicks of friends we hang out with.

That may be true to. But try again.

Bubble of population. Bubble of neighbors. What's the next layer of Bubble?

The bubble of ourselves.

We live in our own bubbles. Admit it. If facebook isn't doing enough by
forcing us to be obssesed with ourselves, it's within our constant indulgence in complaining about all the problems of life-- too much homework or not getting to go to the movie or breaking a nail.
I can't say we're all guilty of this. I know there are souls out there who's bubble layers are very thin and they pop it often to help And care for others. But I write this blog post because I live in a bubble often. A bubble where sometimed thr things that only matter are what effect ME.

Outside of our bubbles are other bubbles- individual bubbles with other individual people inside them, too. But the oxygen is replaced by sadness in some of their bubbles. It begins to suffocate them and they can't take the pain.

That's why we need to pop our bubbles. To not only save ourselves a life of selfishness and greed but to help, encourage and LOVE others who are in need. Which, just fyi, is everyone on this planet.

We got alot of work to do then, don't we?

Spreading love is worth it. Being love can be simple. Once you show people that simplicity, they might want to live in love too (and not in a stuffy bubble).

Sadness is real, depression is real, everyone needs love; and it's everyone's job to give and have that love. And to encourage in everything you do.

Pop the bubble.

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