During CoVid, I’m doing my best to create “joy bubbles.”
(Here I am not talking about Deep Joy. That’s the purpose of life stuff. I don’t think you create that type of joy—a joy which is more of a way of living every day, nearly a discipline.)
I am talking about the small, transient joys. Playing laser with your kitten, reading a fantasy novel, walking in an early morning fog, watching a silly movie with your spouse….these little moments.
Yes, I know these little moments—like bubbles—are transitory.
And yes, they all pop.
But perhaps—also like bubbles— it’s their ephemeral nature which makes them beautiful?