A man seemingly larger than nature intended lies staring at the ceiling waiting for his time.

Something has passed me by.

But what?

I did it all.

Look what I have around me.

What is it?

What is it that haunts my last hours?

I’ve lived my life as those around me have.

But I have this sense that somehow I lived my life smaller than nature intended.

What is it?

What is it that I’ve missed?

Then came an overwhelming sense that all was perfection just as nature had intended.