Have you ever woke in the night and it’s pitch black
You get up, maybe to go to the bathroom or to go to the kitchen
And you reach to flick on the hall or bathroom light
…but it’s not there
You swipe your hand up and down the wall
And for a split second, you think that maybe, just maybe it’s disappeared
You may panic a little, because after all, it’s dark
And you can’t find the light
But, eventually you do. Maybe you were aiming too high or too low
Or in the darkness, you were just reaching towards the wrong spot
Life
Is sort of like that.
