When I am happy, I feel as though it would be okay if the world ended in this moment. Because I am happy. I am home. Nothing more need happen.
I don’t want to top it. I don’t want to relive it. I want to stay in that moment forever — some part of my conscious existing in the ether even though my life has been cut short.
But it’s not short. It’s perfectly timed if it ends during those moments when I am completely and utterly happy. And I know that the longer I live, the further apart those moments will be, the greater the divide between happy and everything-else will be.
So I’d rather just let go.