 Last Good Friday, while taking some shots of the Cenaculo parade, I saw this boy nonchalantly blowing bubbles as demo for the toys he was selling. I watched the bubbles as they were blown by the wind. The boy's breath gave life to the bubbles as they emerge from the pink pipe he was blowing. Some bubbles were able to fly so far I couldn't follow where they went. Some bubbles hit something on the way and immediately burst. Some did not fully form into bubbles and the liquid just dripped from the pipe.
I thought how those bubbles were like our dreams. When we were young, we dreamed. Some dreams so realistic that we found them easy to fulfill. Some died so soon at birth when we find that they were not realistic at all. Some dreams made us fly to places we never thought we would be.
So were my dreams at childhood. So are my dreams today. No matter if they were able to fly or died as soon as they were made, I never stopped dreaming. Never lost hope. Didn't worry too much to what my dreams will become or where they will take me. Just like the aimless eyes of the bubble blower, I keep blowing. And these dreams attract people. And hopefully, they will buy or believe in what I offer.
I never regretted pursuing my dreams because they brought me to where I am. They made me achieve things I never thought I could do. Just like today. I never dreamed I would one day take up photography. I didn't think I would have my wonderful family. My supportive friends. As performance experts would say, "Your reality starts in the mind."
 | very wonderful thoughts sir Jun and the photo itself tells a lot. |
 | I admire people like you who believe that there is always hope, who's not afraid to follow what their hearts desire... You'll always feel fulfilled. I pray you will always be. Good pix din. |
 | dcsillada wrote on Apr 10, '07, edited on Apr 10, '07 Wow, this is very deep and poignant, I'd love to hear it at Poetry/Music/Spoken Words :)
Tha image is magnificent. |
 | a lot of thanks 6ladys. when one loses hope, then the future looks bleak. at least if you try to pursue your dream and look for ways to achieve it, then you will have learned from the experience and find fulfillment from what you've learned although the result may not be what you wanted. without hope there is no reason for living. |
| thanks dan. i think my area is not really poetry but a blog like this. i tend to be more graphic to send a message. rather than metaphors that are left to the reader to interpret. |
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