At the end of my life I just want to see it all again. Everything I did. Even all the mistakes I made. I want to see it all in slow motion, or maybe even fast forward, with my favorite song playing behind it all. And I’ll laugh and cry at everything I did and how pointless the things I got upset over were, and God will come to me and hug me in the warmest embrace and wipe my tears away and say “Oh, my sweet child, you’re finally home.”
And i will be.