Life , we and the bubble people

Hello readers, I am writing after quite a long break but i am very clear on the message i want to get across to you this time. The writer block was getting very annoying, so in all these days all i did was feed my hungry mind on thoughts of my other fellows on different forums and social websites. In the end the world started to look like a puzzled jungle of girls whining about no one understanding them, boys making jokes on girls being bitches, girls telling girls to not care about the world. 'they always talk' was a wise finishing line.

I don't know, after the kick-start motivation these cliches had induced in me, I am now feeling tired of all this ineffective talking. Everybody is still sad inside. Why?

Before i could get sucked deeper into the problem my friend called me. She's a nice girl with a very charming smile, but always worried. Like the other friends in my life we don't have to stick with each other just for the sake of being friends yet we are always there for each other whenever one person needs the other. So i was there, i understood it. She was sad.

And had the same problems i had been listening to.

Problems like :

'All this while i try so hard to please everyone but they always talk against me. I don't know. Even the people i take sides with don't take me seriously enough to compliment me. Instead everyone criticizes. I get so confused, am i doing the right thing ? I am different i know that. I don't wear make up like the other girls and they tease me about it.  It just gets to me, the pressure of everything. Of looking good, of being reasonably well-liked. I don't like hearing stuff about me behind my back. Why are people so mistaken about my intentions'

As she narrated the problems to me i slowly reached a conclusion. This time it was not typical motivational quotes, it was an entire new animated picture of many bubbles bouncing up and down. I smiled to think how easy the explanation had been all along.

Close your eyes. I said. You are in a bubble. It is a small foam-bubble in which stands my friend . There are so many bubbles around her. Two bubbles came together and this bubble emerged from their union. Since its birth, this bubble has been bouncing from school, high school to university. It sits with other bubbles bounces a little and then takes its separate way. The girl inside the bubble extends her hand and touches the other people in the other bubbles . They talk . Some of the bubble-people point fingers  at her and some clap for her. She becomes sad and happy accordingly but eventually she moves away because each bubble has its own destination. Yet when she is sad and loses faith in herself she forgets about the fact that no other bubble-person will have any effect on her for long. Her bubble which is bouncing amongst these people will have a totally different place and life after a while. The reason for her sadness is that She is letting the bubble-people-talk get to her head while all it takes is some nice little pops of attitude for these other bubbles to disappear. There is a destiny..that is pulling her close but because she is letting the bubble-people-talk matter to her, these mental hurdles are getting almost solid like a major impedement that will not let her be anything or anyone in her life. She will spend her life explaining herself to the bubble-people and her destiny will lie waiting. 

Some of the bubble-people who realize it, will make their way through the bubble stream and they will become Sara Blakely, the billionaire founder of Spanx who was told she was ugly and a a loser in her childhood. Steve Jobs, who used to to walk miles to get food from a free temple and was treated as a nobody in his college days. Amina Haq, one of the most successful models of all time who was told she couldn't ever become a fashion symbol

What sets these people apart from others is the fact that they believe in themselves more than the people's opinions of them.

Unfortunately, rest of us bubble-people, no matter how deserving or talented we are, will lag in life, because we do not alot the right places to the priorities in our life and get impeded by bubble-people-talk and our laziness. I told her.

'You are a champion' She told me. ' Become a shrink.You will do great' i took the compliment whole heartedly but later in night i found myself thinking

'if i become a shrink, everyone will feel let-down in me, it will be not good enough for the world'

and there appeared a pit in my stomach. A deep drawing pit that reminded of the fact that even i have to conquer my own weaknesses first in order to steer my bubble to destiny.

But at least i realized that. And i have reached a conclusion. Don't you think it counts for something? at least ?