Bubbles
I love watching children blow bubbles, their eyes light up as if it were singularly the most magical moment in their lives, and perhaps it is. Right then. I love the single-minded way that they go about their lives. It’s so here and now. We adults could learn a thing or two from living like that. I just love the lit eyes. It’s so in the moment. Nothing else matters. Not the moments before and not the moments after. It’s sincerely priceless. Tell me why it is that living in the moment seems so... Sign in to see full entry.