Went to the botanic garden together with my family.
Seeing my son chasing bubbles and laughing with glee when he pop a bubble is a nice experience. The simple joy of a pure young kid.
Bubbles are beautiful, chasing after them are fun, but only those with a pure heart like a kid, will not think too much about the bursting of the bubbles.
Life is like that, isn't it. Most of us have a life of abundance, but we refuse to chase the bubbles, thinking it is silly since it will burst anyway.
We spent time thinking of ways to have the bubbles permanently flying around, the sight is beautiful, take a photo at least.
Pure happiness is taking the moment, chase with all your might, but laugh it off, let it go when it burst, there is another patch of bubbles coming, lets not live life crying over burst bubbles or the purpose of chasing bubbles.
When its time to go, keep the bootle. The memory is there, the enjoyment is there, why the need of keep asking why. We can always have "another time, son"