A homeless guy approached me recently to ask for some money. It wasn’t really out of the ordinary, but he said something that made me think: “Do you have any change, miss? I’m just trying to make it.”

Man. We’re not that different, are we? I’m just trying to make it too.

I suppose the only difference in people’s lives is what “making it” means to them (goal or dream: end destination) and what they’re willing or not willing to do to get there (values or principles: the car/route).