The Sun Will Come. It Always Has. It Always Will.

The sun will come. It always has. It always will.

This one is for the new kid.
For lonely lunch times.
For the kid wearing the same shoes every day for a year because his family can't afford another pair.
For solitary walks to and from school. Every day. Rain or shine.
For the kid who's dreams never seem to come true.
For the kid who could never get the girl.
or the next girl.
or the next.
or the next.
or the next.
or the next.
Six times he asked to Prom.
Six times he was turned down.
This is for Johnny.
This is also for the girl who never got asked.
The one who tried so hard to be noticed but was never seen.
This is for the kid whom everyone thought was on top of the world.
But he still hurt.
This is for Terik.
This is for the kid who tried and tried but could never understand math.
This is for BYU applications, regent scholarships, AP classes and other high expectations.
This is for late-night study sessions.
This is for missing breakfast and lunch and the bus on the same day.
This is for winners.
This is for losers.
This is for taking 2nd place.
Over and over again.
For years.
This is for second rate dreamers who wish they could just once be more than, "almost good enough."
This is for practicing in the garage at 11pm because no other time or place in this world was available.
This is for the losers who have convinced everyone but themselves they are winning.
This is the kid who is still trying to like himself.
This is for me.
This is for you.
This is for us.


Even though life is often dark, and harsh and painful. Even though everyone is walking around with a Terik or Johnny or whatever shaped hole in their heart. Even though the darkness is cold and silent and unforgiving, there is no other place from which we can see the stars.
Just look up.

The sun will come. It always has. It always will.

So I'll keep walking, my eyes on the horizon, waiting for the first golden ray to break the silence and help me feel alive again.

Because I've learned to hope in the dark.
I've learned to look at the stars.

Every now and then, I'll see a sunrise.
And it's kind of like an oreo ice cream/first kiss/jump out of an airplane/road trip/birthday party/bungee jump/swim with sharks/Betos burrito/front row seat in a concert/warm hug/hot cocoa/long shower/new guitar/bowl of jelly beans/summer Saturday sorta feeling you know?

We've all been there once.
We can all be there once more.
So I hope you keep walking till your sun rises.

Because the sun will come. It always has. It always will.