Faded

Over time things all become faded if we allow.

Pictures, curtains, paintwork, memories and much more.

It is up to us to keep things shining brightly or not. As ever, a choice.

Memories fade like pictures if you let them.

Cherish the memories that matter, record them in some way and keep going back to them.

Our past matters too, as it is filled with more good than bad.

Stepping out of our bubbles

Often in life without realising we are wrapped up in our bubbles.

We do not stop from the routine to seek what is all around us.

We are surrounded by other humans, neighbours, people from other towns, from other countries, other backgrounds, cultures, races, and so on. Yet we know so little about them, apart from what we see through our own lenses and through the lenses of others. Judging without knowing for ourselves.

We could choose to take away the lenses, we could choose to knock on our neighbours doors, we could choose to seek others, we could choose to listen to others. To hear the real story and see it without the distortion of the lenses we place.

We could choose to step out from our bubbles.

What are we scarred of finding out?