"I have so much, so much around me that is good. Not everything; I still want more, I probably want more than I could handle; in fact I probably want things that would only make me unhappy if I had the. But even that's okay; that's till part of the contentment.
"If my life was a film, he thought, I'd roll the credits now; fade on this beatific smile in an empty room, the man on a ladder making things better, renovating, improving. Cut. Print. The End.
"Well, he told himself, it isn't a film, laddie. He was filled with a surge of pure joy, simple delight at being where and who he was and knowing the people he did. He threw the paint brush into one corner of the room, jumped off the ladder, and ran through to Andrea." -- Iain Banks, The Bridge.
When I first arrived at home after my sojourn abroad, I felt that life was perfect. My life still feels pretty perfect, and I am quite content (searching for internships is putting a damper on my contentment levels, though), and I thought Iain Banks expressed the idea adequately. Not perfectly; that's something that I'll reserve for myself when I've had enough time away from Mr. Banks' ideas.
P.S. Yes, Jeffershon, I took the conceit for the title from one of your friends. I thought it was pretty brilliant, and brilliant things need to be spread.
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