When I was thirty two

<p>The city hums beneath me a restless living thing - always changing never quite the same from one day to the next.Andy's story like so many others is a collection of moments - some filled with light others shadowed by doubt. There is no grand finale here no perfect resolution.Because life doesn't wrap itself up in neat endings. It unfolds in uncertain rhythms in choices made and unmade in the quiet courage to keep moving forward even when the path is unclear.Andy's journey reminds us that sometimes the most important thing is simply to show up - to face the unknown with an open heart to accept the fragility and beauty of our own story.And just like a feather drifting on the wind we carry on - fragile unpredictable but alive.</p>