We’re all so unique – different upbringings, accents, experiences and styles. We all have our own story, and that point of difference is also our point of connection.

All coming from somewhere, and going some place else. All with a hope or dream, or at least some desire we’re after, and the inevitable obstacles that seemingly lay in the way of our destination.

The morals and themes of our narratives are different, but they all share the same arc. A fundamental pattern to the nature of existence. The origin, rise, fall and rise again. A wiggling line, wavering up and down, missing the mark time and time again, until it doesn’t, and the old ways upend.

Only to live on in the hearts and minds of those who watched and listened to our tragedies and triumphs, while our souls begin again, on the journey with no end.