I have reached the end, I am happy to die. All has been achieved, my searching is over: this is beyond anything I thought I would do or feel. Life flows smoothly and beautifully, I love many and many love me back. I have met a man who honestly believes I am amazing. We laugh all the time. My children are happy and within my span of influence. Work is on the verge of a major career move, or more of the same, and I am stunningly happy either way. I have been in the departures lounge eleven times in the last two months. I feel beautiful. And witty. And strong. God is close by. I need nothing, I want nothing. I am on the verge of greatness with every option still an option.
For a moment, I will wallow in sheer pleasure.