She wanted to take a stroll and view the beauty of the forest. Little did she know that the forest was as thick as thick itself. She had no guide to help her out, all she could do was scream “Can someone please help me?”
Now,that’s the situation most of us get ourselves into. We take a walk to view the flamboyancy and beauty of civilian affairs only to end up being stranded/lost.
Enjoying life is one interesting thing but what do we enjoy? Why do we, in our quest to being free end up losing track and get lost in between?A lost man of course got lost before he could realize it, likewise a wandering soul can be lost before he/she realizes it.
Why do we keep heading back to the thick forest(things of the flesh) knowing fully well that we can get lost in it? When are we going to learn how to say no to pleasures of sightseeing? All it does is getting you derailed from the track.