“You know what it is? It’s St. Elmo’s Fire. Electric flashes of light that appear in dark skies out of nowhere. Sailors would guide entire journeys by it, but the joke was on them… there was no fire. There wasn’t even a St. Elmo. They made it up. They made it up because they thought they needed it to keep them going when times got tough, just like you’re making up all of this. We’re all going through this. It’s our time at the edge.”

I love that line. It was delivered by Rob Lowe’s character Billy in the movie St. Elmo’s Fire, with an understated tone of hopeful poignancy, if there even is such a thing. It took me a while to really, fully understand what he meant.

That’s the thing with humans. We get all up in our heads and we forget that we are not the center of the universe. We are not the main plot in a movie. We are just human beings all trying to make it in a “big bad world,” and we all gotta go through crap sooner or later. Sometimes we don’t win, sometimes we don’t get what we want.

Or maybe I’m just using “we” instead of “I” so I don’t feel so alone and pathetic right now. Maybe.