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The Fields

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Are we truly seeing what is in front of us? Are we seeing the beauty in it? 

I pass these fields each week during my forty minute bus journey from one place to another. They catch my eye each time. My music playing so loudly in my ears it seems to take over, causing my thoughts to go into overdrive about the depths of what life is, what my life is etc. I look at the fields that go on for miles and miles, and in the distance there is a whole city. Where thousands of people are. It's not until I look out at the fields I realise that we are the ants of this earth. Tiny beings surrounded by the chaos. 

The fields are calming. To some they are only fields, those people are right, they are only fields. But if you really look, just stop one day and look out they show more than you would ever imagine. If you allow them too. 

They show me that things aren't always so crazy. Not everything causes my mind to become busy and lost in the mist. They show me that anything is achievable, the city that's in the distance used to be those fields. Our countries are all huge fields that have expanded and developed to help billions of people grow. Like the trees. They are the soil our roots grow from, the surroundings that mould us as individuals. Chaotic like the forests.


I love these 'fields' I'll continue to look out at them, I'll continue to let them show me what life can be, what life is. They'll keep me calm until they become towns or cities. 

Remember we are the tiny ants.

Much love
B xx 

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