Someday this will pass and someday we'll look back and laugh.
Someday we'll know this was just small bumps in the road.

Someday we'll hold hands and walk down the high roads of memory lane, and when we walk down the lowest of lows, we'll be wiser with our time.

All things pass, good, the bad, and the ugly.

We live in the wild west- but do we ever learn?

What makes a person learn? How many times do we have to get burned before we learn fire hurts, how many times must we be gored before we understand the bull has horns?

I stumble and you know, I watch you cross icy roads as you slip and slide and yet this all just another human thing.

Just another human thing, just another human being.

We grow and someday when this all behind us, we can share a laugh.