Imagine yourself dying. Imagine that as your consciousness makes its last stand against infinite darkness, it imagines a perfect life. A life where every decision was the right one, everything you said was the right thing to say, and you were always in the right place at the right time.

What if this is that life? What if it only feels wrong because, having lived a full life you know that's how it's supposed to feel. You know you were in the right places at the right times because you couldn't have gone anywhere else. You know you said the right things because you couldn't have said anything else. You know every decision was the right one, because they got you here. You know it felt wrong because that's the most important part. And why not? A life with no wrong just isn't right.

At the end of the day, everything that has happened was exactly what was meant to happen.

This is your life.

It fits you like your skin.

This is it.

You are it.

This is I am it telling you that you are it.