Andrew would have been 30 yesterday. December 11, 1992. What a crazy trip it has been since then. We were so young. So naive. So scared. So innocent. So pure. So unprepared. So determined to prove we were adults and could take on the world. And we did.
I struggle with the realization that no one gets to live a great 85 year life without bumps and bruises along the way, even though this is what we all seem to strive for. Give me a good a long life, a happy, healthy family and a feeling of peace and love at the end of the day. Should be simple, right? I mean, we all want this, so why can't we give it to each other? What gets in the way? In the end, we settle for whatever is handed to us and rationalize why this was best anyway. So since we settle anyway, do we settle for the world as it is or do we work toward the world as it should be? Home is where you don't need to prove anything to anyone.
We're all like puzzle pieces that have developed a defined puzzle shape around us. Those defined edges fit naturally together and are difficult to put back one they have come apart. They now have sharper edges and don't fit properly where they used to. New boundaries and pieces need to be added and removed to develop a new fulsome puzzle which better represents the current reality of the world around us.