Everywhere I go, I see people who are lost.
When I walk among crowds of people, they seem to be hurrying like busy bees, worker bees to their hives, doing all they can to produce honey. And often times, they are doing it for someone else.
They walk about in a sea of a million lost souls, unfulfilled, unhappy and unresolved. But often this “lost” feeling is hidden. It’s hidden because we become complacent, we get comfortable, we resign ourselves.
