People are strange creatures. They always want to be somewhere else.
And when they are there, they want to be somewhere else again. Or, they want to be back where they came from.
Why this restlessness within? Why the wanderlust?
Is it because there is something within that is not satisfied, and so they can't help wander the world in search of that which is missing?
"Consider your ways and set your mind on what has come to you.
You have sown much, but you have reaped little; you eat, but you do not have enough;
You drink, but you do not have your fill; you clothe yourselves, but no one is warm;
And he who earns wages has earned them to put them in a bag with holes in it."
We should really think about it, why this insatiableness. And we probably don't have to look very far for the problem even. We just have to look within.
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