We’re stranded at sea, and no one hears us. We’re lost in the fog, and no one sees us fumbling for help. We’re tired of carrying our pain, but no one’s around to shoulder it.
How do we live, except to keep putting one foot in front of the other, hoping that, sooner or later, we’ll stumble upon someone who cares?
And yet – look. Here we are, walking on water, because we still believe in the miraculousness of things. Do you?