August 14, 2015
(If we live with an open and grateful attitude, every day will bring a gift. This is one of 365 gifts during the year I turned 70.)
In the middle of complicated lives, simple things can bring pleasure—even silly things we do, things that puzzle us why we like doing them. Why is it fun to pop bubble wrap? I haven’t met anyone who doesn’t enjoy popping one bubble after another. Once you pop one, you can’t stop until you’ve popped all of them.
Perhaps it has something to do with instant gratification but not entirely. People generally don’t find the same kind of pleasure in popping balloons. In fact, for some people, it is scary. Maybe it has something to do with the sound then. The tiny sounds are not threatening or unpleasant. I think of it as a pop with a giggle. It’s possible there is something in the repetitive action that attracts us and distracts us. And then there’s the tactile connection. We can roll the bubble around under our fingers, teasing it and ourselves, wondering how far and how hard we must push before it pops. Such a visceral connection between touch, sound and satisfaction.
There could also be an element of joy in destruction—but a playful destruction similar to building a house of cards for several hours and then gleefully knocking it down. Maybe this is really the answer. When we pop one bubble after another—and enjoy it the way we do—we are in touch with our inner child.
My gift today is bubble wrap.
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