It’s human tendency, i think, to be pessimist. Human tendency to be so caught up in what we’re doing that we forget the actual aim of life.

Maybe the world is ceasing to have time for the little things that used to make us unconditionally happy…..

like the sound of a cat purring…

like the satisfaction after a really good work out…

like a bear hug from your best friend…

like a sunrise…

the joy of taking a perfect photo….

like blowing bubbles…

Maybe it’s the pretty colours, iridiscent rainbows, colours that no paintbox can replicate, changing every second. Maybe it’s the way they fly away, light, beautiful and free, the way we all want to be….

The perfection.

The fact that a thousand physics lessons can be taken from a perfect bubble.

And that my dear, is the aim of life, finding joy. And growing. We’ve forgotten that.