A bubble contains so much. For one thing, we all live in one. Everything we do and see is processed through the filters that make up the wall of our own bubble. But it is fragile. It can break – sometime from our own actions, sometime for reasons beyond our control. When it does, we are thrown into unfamiliar territory, where we deal… cope… learn… all the while trying frantically recreate a new bubble. Our bubbles make us comfortable.
Sometimes it’s good for us to break down the walls of our bubble. The process can be stressful and full of pain as well as discovery. The reward will come in our next bubble which will no doubt be bigger than the one we dismantled.
On a different scale, I imagine our planet as a bubble. We really aren’t all that familiar with what lies outside of it. This is what we have. This is what we know. And, this is one of those rare times when I would argue that breaking it down and stressing it to its limits is not a good idea. Maybe I’m wrong – but I doubt it.