Bubble Wrap..

I work in a jewelry company.. and everyday I see multiple packages coming in carrying jewelry or stones.. some not very expensive and just thrown together in a bag.. and some which are very valuable.. wrapped in layers and layers of bubble wrap..

When we open the boxes to take out the stones.. the package is generally tiny.. maybe as small as my palm.. but its packed so thoroughly so as not to damage the stone that the box is generally 10 times the size of the actual package..

Yes.. inside the box.. is a package.. and between the package and the box.. yards of bubble wrap..

Today.. randomly at work.. I sort of drew a parallel in my head.. we’re all born with a certain destiny right.. some to very loving parents who can support us emotionally, spiritually and financially.. some to parents who have only love to give.. some that have only money.. some of us have the misfortune to be born in dysfunctional families that leave us emotionally scarred.. or then sometimes we’re born handicapped physically or worse.. mentally..

I guess we’re all sent on this planet with varying amounts of bubble wrap around us.. some of the well packaged ones, who don’t have to face any hardships and always have people to take care of them, protecting them from all struggles.. and some who are left out on the streets.. fighting against dirt, grime and crime.. million of stones put together in a bag… struggling so that their surface doesn’t get scratched by other stones..

I know this may not be a common school of thought.. but in my head I think.. maybe its our Karma that decides the initial number of layers that will be protecting us.. where we land up.. in what circumstances.. in what situations.. and then its we ourselves who decide.. based on our experiences and fear.. If we’ve been hurt once before.. we’ll put one more layer around us to make us less vulnerable against chipping or breaking.. If we’ve led very happy lives.. I guess we’ll be less guarded.. less protective of our feelings..

Do these layers however.. make our vision a little hazy sometimes.. clouding our judgements..

I guess at this point of time I’m just wondering.. how it would feel to live without that protective covering.. without that bubble wrap all around us.. to let the oxygen soak into every pour.. and to expose ourselves to every element..