Pete: “Oh, god, they go ape shit over bubbles.”
Ben: “They’re really going ape shit.”
Pete: “I mean, that’s an incredible thing about a child. I mean, what’s so great about bubbles?”
Ben: “They float. You can pop them. I mean, I get it. I get it.”
Pete: “I wish I liked anything as much as my kids like bubbles.”
Ben: "That's Sad."
Pete: "Totally sad. Their smiling faces just point out your inability to love anything"
- From Knocked Up
Bubbles make me a little crazy. Truly's dad bought her bubbles the other day, and they have been invading my house .. and my mind it seems. Sure they're fun, for a little while. They come in all different size, and they are pretty cool when they reach that huge size and become as big your head. I can definitely see the joy that they bring to kids. But for me, they make me crazy.
Maybe its how your hands get all sticky from holding the little container, dipping in and out with the little wand. Maybe it's how you get light headed from the blowing, and your lips start to hurt from the constant puckering. It could also, and probably the main reason why they make me crazy, is the fact that my dear daughter only likes to blow bubbles inside the house, to the suffering extent to making our wood floors sticky and our carpets soaked ... and sticky. Yes there are many reasons why I hate bubbles, and many reasons why she loves them.
But the quote above is so true. Our children are so passionate about certain things. They can become so excited, so ecstatic about one thing, it makes us wonder, where did all of our passion go? My daughter gets so happy, light up, squeals, and goes bananas for bubbles. I try to look for one thing that I can get so excited for, that's even close to how she feels about blowing bubbles. Let me tell you, I'm still thinking...
Are you that excited about your work? That passionate about your dreams? Do you have a smiling outlook on life?