How did I not realize?





How was it not clear?




If we dwell on the past, we repeat the past.
If we just sit in silence, the car radio isn't going to turn back on.




We have to reach a hand out to fix it, to help the music blare, to make sure it doesn't fade.
Within ourselves.


There is none who can fix a society- it takes a village to raise a child, so doesn't it fit?- but we can all fix ourselves.

Together.



We each have our own bubble. Though we can push each other's into unwanted territory, no one can pop our bubbles but ourselves.


I'm not about to let my bubble or anyone else's pop over the past.


Perhaps ours have to float a little farther from each other's than we would have liked. We can still wave hi from afar, as we are carried on different tempos through our journeys of life.


We cannot learn from the past if we are still living it.



We can only inflate our bubbles with music.



And never let it fade.