wandering and wonder

I see people wandering about, going through the motions, searching for some thing. I see them smile and laugh then stop and move on as they answer their cell. Look around you sometime and see how many people would rather be somewhere other than where they are. This fits perfectly with the scheme of things these days. There just is nothing out there that will ever be good enough for us. We have too many chances, too many directions in which we can travel. Making a viable decision is complex and often difficult. Our reliance on other people to guide us through is a failing proposition. How can anyone know what goes on inside the wandering ones. I am one, are you? LLc 98.2