This is a new year. Are you growing? How is your present life? Is it blooming? Wilting? Stagnant? Like a shrivelled up skinny bar of soap or a big fat slippery one full with bubbles?

There are little bubbles of hope in this big bathtub. Quite cute actually, but doesn’t seem worth taking care for. After all, they are just bubbles. They come as go as the wind blows. The wind waits for no one.

Little chicks, the bubbles now become. Ignorant of your worth, they fear you, but might learn to love you as they grow. Yet for this period of time, they run amok, scattered, fearing what might happen if they stayed with you. When they finally grow up, they might either stay with you, risk letting you eat them up or get sold to someone else in the end, and risk getting eaten up too.

All for the sake of their happiness, you worry for them.

In case they get sold, what you would receive are coins of freedom. Painful indeed, for the parting that has been made is made after much tender loving care is given to the chicks.

And then you wonder what if you did not take care of the chicks from the start, so to save the sorrows of parting later? Would they be just as alright as when you sold them or would you unknowingly have killed them as they weren’t taken cared of like they should have been?

In the end you wonder, why you, of all people, are chosen to take care of the annoyingly cute chicks in the first place.