So, I have this theory about bubbles.
Actually, I think it was Virginia Woolf’s theory, though I can’t remember which novel it came from nor where the line between her version and mine falls, but – bear with me – it is about human connection and what happens when our paths cross.
It goes something like this.
Imagine that we’re all bubbles. We float around in this dark existential nothingness (because we are, ultimately, in it on our own) – but every now and then we smash –
And instead of going pop, something wonderful happens.
This is a Twitter-inspired post, although I didn’t realise it until this point.
It is about the fact that the more bubbles you come into close proximity with, the more opportunities there are for the magic moment. For bumping into someone that makes you think – or smile – or grow – or learn something new – or any one of a number of emotions that makes a connection change your world –
I’ve been bubble-bashing like mad over the past year.
It has felt, to continue stealing Woolf’s analogy, like illuminated moments in the dark. Flashes of light that have come closer and closer together as each connection opens a new door and, every time, the world expands a little bit more and gets a little bit smaller at the same time.
Twitter helps it happen. Real world networks makes it happen. Reaching out – and letting people in – and opening ourselves up, makes it happen…
This blog isn’t going to be too serious (famous last words) – but, I was reading the lovely comments that people have been leaving and feeling the warm glow that I mentioned in my last post, when it suddenly hit me how the bubbles of connections have spread over and into my life. How they have changed my world, beyond recognition, in the past year; because one bubble has nudged me towards the next – and the next – and the next –
And there is so much light, despite the initial darkness; so many collisions – and the potential for so many collisions – that I rarely, now, feel totally alone.