Bubbles

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..

I was called to write after reading my friend’s post on her blog.

Her writing makes me to think and ponder back about myself and the life that I’ve been living so far.

The life I’ve spent living in my own bubble. I care too much about privacy. Two years living away from my family and living with a friend in an apartment make it worse. I care about myself more than before. Never thought it is wrong. Or I should say that I cannot see anything wrong with it. I just exercise my right to have privacy. ‘MY RIGHT’. I think that phrase really get me in being who I am now.

My friend mentioned in her post that this attitude is the reason for the uncaring behavior to the less fortunate and the continuous misfortune and crazy events that are happening right now. People  with this attitude delude themselves by thinking that they are good as long as they don’t cause trouble to others. They condemn all the bad things that happen in this world yet they do nothing to make any change to it. Why? Because they are so comfortable in their own bubble and care no more about others. It sounds just like me.

Sometimes because we want others to give us privacy we don’t give a second to ask about their wellbeing. And then, we think we’re doing something right when actually we are doing them just harm. The harm of being alone and caring for only oneself.

Give reminder to others so others will remind you too. I remember saying something similar to a friend of mine and the reminder comes to find me too. Alhamdulillah.