I look at you bubbles, and sometimes wonder whether you are as happy here, in my small aquarium, as compared to your friends and family in the recesses of the deep blue sea or ocean. I wonder... but find no answer. Do you find the same joy with the plastic adornments and plants as you would find with the real plants blooming in the ocean bed? I find no answer. My anxious mind travels far and wide and I start wondering - what is real? where is the line between fantasy and reality. Is reality a belief. If 100 people believe that the plastic flowers in my aquarium are real, are they really real? Is truth a matter of the number of people believing in it or is it a perception. Bubbles might never realize that these plants are not real, that the is not the sea. However, is this ignorance might be a bliss ?
I think our perception of the world comes to down to what we believe is the world. Our beliefs are developed based on what we see, hear, smell - basically any interaction with the outside world via our senses. For my bubbles, the world is that little aquarium.Or again, am I wrong here? Bubbles understand that this is a unreal, virtual world and it is forced to stay here. I doubt that is the case, as a pain in the heart definitely shows on the face. And they seem happy! Often I am filled with amazement as how the color of my fishes changes with various emotions. One of them is bright blue when happy and free, when left to be on its own, to room around the small aquarium at its will. And another moment it becomes pale and lifeless when a naughty kid puts his finger inside the aquarium to touch the fishes.
I believe the fishes are happy here. However, the fact remains - there is a world out there which my fishes will never see...
I think our perception of the world comes to down to what we believe is the world. Our beliefs are developed based on what we see, hear, smell - basically any interaction with the outside world via our senses. For my bubbles, the world is that little aquarium.Or again, am I wrong here? Bubbles understand that this is a unreal, virtual world and it is forced to stay here. I doubt that is the case, as a pain in the heart definitely shows on the face. And they seem happy! Often I am filled with amazement as how the color of my fishes changes with various emotions. One of them is bright blue when happy and free, when left to be on its own, to room around the small aquarium at its will. And another moment it becomes pale and lifeless when a naughty kid puts his finger inside the aquarium to touch the fishes.
I believe the fishes are happy here. However, the fact remains - there is a world out there which my fishes will never see...
