I had always
heard your entire life flashes...
in front of your eyes
the second before you die.
First of all,
that one second...
isn't a second at all.
It stretches on forever,
like an ocean of time.
For me, it was
lying on my back...
at Boy Scout camp,
watching falling stars.
And yellow leaves
from the maple trees...
that lined our street.
Or my grandmother's hands
and the way her skin...
seemed like paper.
And the first time
I saw my cousin Tony's...
brand-new Firebird.
And Janie.
And Janie.
And... Carolyn.
I guess I could be pretty pissed off
about what happened to me,
but it's hard to stay mad when
there's so much beauty in the worid.
Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing
it all at once and it's too much.
My heart fills up like a balloon
that's about to burst.
And then I remember
to relax...
and stop trying
to hold on to it.
And then it flows
through me like rain,
and I can't feel anything
but gratitude...
for every single moment...
of my stupid little life.
You have no idea what
I'm talking about, I'm sure.
But don't worry.
You will someday.