As I write this I am sat looking out of my front room window, watching men in hard hats stoically dig up the road by my house. They are laughing with each other, despite the heat of the day and they seem to genuinely be having a good time. There’s a forklift that has been used to demolish buildings, dig through concrete and is now clearing rubble to make way for whatever comes next in the history of this particular stretch of the British Isles.
A mother just steered her kids around one of the many pot-holes that have developed after the year long reconstruction of this area. I could hear their high pitched giggles and it made me smile.
Life is happening all around us, every day. People are born, they grow, they contribute their part to the society they live in and then they pass away; back into the circle of carbon and stars that we are all made of.
So why is it that some of us feel lost?