Those Who Surround Us
Are we surrounded by good people? It seems most are honest, caring, and decent.
We’re simply all caught up in our own race, in our own worlds, in our own lives. Most mean no real harm, but it’s the unfortunate byproduct of being consumed.
Consumed by expectations.
Consumed by fear.
Consumed by time.
Is the world a battlefield? Or rather a crowded station where we’re all just trying to catch our train before we miss it?
