We hide behind walls. Some are like Fort Knox where even the very best struggle to penetrate, others a gentle shell that when tapped crack to allow secrets to seep. Others are built from a crumbling foundation that require the strength, patience and love of a friend to chip away. When we aren’t able to build anymore we start to dig. Sometimes we lie down and hide within the tall grass, disguised, other times we bury our heads in the sand muffling out the world. Then there’s the odd occasion when we dig, we dig deep and keep on going burying ourselves ever deeper until there is no light at the end of the tunnel. It’s only with persistence that we might eventually break through to the other side and light comes flooding in.