We Will All Find a Way.

We will all find a way.  Our own way.  Whether it's through sky or through ice, through fields, through tough skin, through love, through loss.  It might be hidden inside of doubt, of envy, of jealousy.  Of hate, of hope, of getting high.  At the center of despair, we might find our way.  On the outskirts of town, it's waiting there.  In the passenger's seat of an old Chevy with a window that won't roll down - you'll find yours. 

Wherever it hides you can be sure it's there, for everyone, everywhere.  Yours is here, his is here, maybe they're together and you don't have to find your way alone.  Perhaps you chose to be alone, and consequently someone finds their way through you.  Someone I know found their way at the In-N-Out burger around 8 o'clock on a Tuesday night.  Could yours be there... at 8:15?  At 8:30?  Perhaps at the very same time but across the street?

Nobody can know where it is, who holds it accountable, what actions may lead to it.  But trust that you will find it, eventually.  And we will all find a way.