Alone but surrounded by others, wandering through the city, with the white noise of snowfall and the distant screeching sirens, a heroic figure weathers the storm. Carefully navigating the slick sidewalk, our subject is deep in thought, pondering if this path is the correct one. Where will his final destination be? One can't help but look within and think of all the times we were the wanderer. It is often only in our coldest, darkest moments that we can truly understand where we are supposed to be. J.R.R. Tolkien once said, "Not all those who wander are lost." I believe we are just searching for the right path for us, and the journey is the training we need to succeed once we get there.