Beyond

Do you ever wonder what happens beyond your little bubble-shaped world?

Here I am sitting under soft patches of grass after finishing my quiz, watching the view through my personal bubble that I set up with just a pair of earphones.

There are people running frantically, walking leisurely and some lying down with their black shades on.

There are couples, wrapped around each other like vines on a tree, basking in the sunlight, enjoying their own conjoined bubble.

There are groups of people, sitting in a circle, enjoying their brisk time of social life before rushing into another lecture or tutorial.

There are other people like me, in their own bubble. Some buried their nose down on books and cellphones while others watching the same view as me.

Just beside the corner of my eye, an ambulance has just arrived. I see a body of a man laying motionless and a small group of people hovering around him, taking action. I am just a by-stander of his life but I got to witness something horrific in his life. I'm content in my bubble but I can't help by poking through it and catching brief glances at that man.

Do we really care what's happening outside our bubble? Just opposite that man was a land of grass with people in their own world. Do they care?Did they even notice? If so then what's next? Is it fair that I got to stay in my own bubble while his got popped, for everyone to see.

I want to see beyond, beyond myself.