The End

I just finished reading Tommy Wallach's We All Looked Up, and if I wasn't reading the ebook version, I would have thrown it across the room. 

But I don't want to talk about the book.

If the world will come to an end a month from now, I probably won't be hysterical. 

Everyone has regrets--should've-beens and could've-beens, and sure, I wish I would get to travel the world and get married before I die. However, I'd like to think that I have lived my life in the best way I could, given the circumstances. I don't have much--I never did--but for what I do have, I'm grateful. I am not a genius or a prodigy, but whatever little talents I've been given, I did not neglect. I am not blameless, but I try to live as righteously as I can. I am not worthy, but He has filled my life with love. I am surrounded with the love of those who matter. True, some of that love may not come in the form or intensity that I wanted, but I am thankful nonetheless. Life has been good. God has been good to me.

When the end comes, I will gladly put my hands in His.