The cracking bubble or how to embrace the difference

And suddenly, I was outside there, outside of my wonderful and softly formed bubble, which I have been carrying around me my whole life long, which provided me confirmation through people with similar lifestyles; like a soft wadding ball protecting me from clashes with different realities.

 And suddenly, I was outside there, I felt so different. While my hands were still holding on to my-ah-so-perfect-reality, I felt alone in this new world, I felt like I entered without a purpose, without a gleam of belonging. While I desperately tried to remember what I actually wanted to do here and who I was at this new place, I had to confront the truth: I did not have any meaning here, unless I created it step by step. And it was not only that I had to make people understand who I was, I also had to confront their expectations and ideas on how people coming from my background were supposed to behave. 

Secretly, I caught myself talking from ‘they’ and ‘me’; and of course, if they behaved differently, my life would be so much easier. When I got the question ‘How long will you live here?’ – I better answered that my work contract is for two years, as the word ‘living’ sounded scary and unreal in my mouth – right now, it felt very far from living.Inka

(Source: http://www.happinessisblog.com/happiness-is/2010/10/life-in-a-bubble.html)

It was not that I was standing outside of my old bubble from now onwards, rather, this old bubble was cracking, so that I could step in and out. It was deforming itself, it was overlapping with other bubbles, even if it was only for a few centimetres. 

And while it was still normal to start my day with cappuccino with extra milk foam, it also became a routine to eat my lunch with my hands. While I had to justify myself why I wanted to have a dog as pet or a a-coffee-to-go, I learned the beauty to prioritize social relationships before efficient productivity. While I believed my whole life that I had to gain importance by being endless busy and running from appointment to appointment, I discovered that I am important by just being there.

In short, your little life becomes so much wider.

I am still building my new life step by step, reminding myself to be patient in opening my bubble and embracing the difference. It feels like a mixture of being excited and scared, and I slowly let go my previous definitions of right and wrong.

(Source: http://www.riesenseifenblasen.at/kunst-seifenblasen/kunst-seifenblasen_-2014_084/)

But isn’t it also scary to live the whole life fenced in our little bubble minimized by social lines? On my journey, I am collecting and reflecting on few questions which can encourage you to reflect on and make your life wider:

Stepping outside

  • How many friends do you have who don’t have the same degree, who don’t come from the same country and who did not have a similar childhood than you?
  • When did you feel the last time different and your points of view were questioned?
  • How much do you actually know about and see from different realities around you?

Creating yourself within

  • What do you have in common with other people?
  • How can you add your ideas into an existing team?
  • How can you tell people your story, show them your personality and forming social bonds?

Embracing the difference

  • How would somebody with a different perspective experience your life?
  • Which images which you took for granted contrast with the reality?
  • What can you take from the new reality into your life?

   (Source: http://www.riesenseifenblasen.at/kunst-seifenblasen/)

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