Light in the Tunnel

When it’s dark outside, the light is in the tunnel instead of at the end. Someone, because of my preference for sad music, called me a sad sack while I was 18 working at a liquor store in New Jersey. Even though they were using the term incorrectly, I knew what they meant. I was often depressed around that age but didn’t know it. I really believed that it was okay to always feel the way I did. After all, there were tons of popular songs written by people who seemed to feel the same way.