The gift of perspective

I can live in a bubble.
Where the universe is all about me.
Where everyone is really just here to assist me. Do my bidding.

Except the world doesn't work that way.

Which means that when I stay in my bubble it means that I get into a pity party pretty quick.
Where everyone is down on me.
Where my problems are bigger then anyone else's.
Where my issues are what it is all about.

Then I look up.
I realize that the world is not all about me.
There are others.
They are hurting. In pain. Much worse then I.

My job is to help. To try and heal where I can.

A bust bubble is what I need.