It is healing to witness my friends become parents.

To see my younger self in their children.

To watch the interaction play out so differently to my own.

Each one entirely unique, no two ever the same.

Carefully explaining the world around them as best they can.

None of it makes sense.

Life is too overwhelmingly confusing for simple sentences.

Yet, one message seems resoundingly clear.

We’re all the same. We’re all the same. We’re all the same.