thinking

This morning I felt I was a bubble.

Now, after much thinking and consideration, I feel that I'm like a toy. One that is not brand new, but something that you've forgotten about, only to find it somewhere in the midst of your possessions after quite some time, and because you're so glad you've found a long lost toy, or rather something that you've forgotten about, you keep playing with it.

And then, comes the day that you decide the toy is getting boring. Or rather, you play with it for a day, and then you feel as if you have no regard for the toy. The toy now becomes redundant.

So you hide it away, and you don't take out the toy to look at it. You don't see the toy, you don't touch the toy.

Because the toy is but a toy. It's like how you can pull the strings of a puppet, play with it and make it do what you like, and then throw it aside.

But I wonder, when any of you does that, do you know how the toy would feel, if it were to be alive? Do you know how you would feel if you were in the shoes of the toy?

I guess we all can never know until we're really filling up the shoes of those toys I mentioned.

And once again, I feel like a bubble and a toy.

All these metaphors.