Life is a bubble ready to burst.
Life is a bubble bloated by the expectations of people who are convinced it is bigger than it is.
Life is a bubble riding on speculation and untimed events.
Life is a bubble that makes us feel richer than we are, makes us spend more than we have, makes us trust more than we should. It is brought into the world with dubious origins and kept alive on tenuous sentiment.
It is irrational, playful and pointless as all bubbles should be.
I like bubbles. Maybe I can float in one. I won’t have to use the public transport.