"And he arose and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him. And the son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.' But the father said to his servants, 'Bring quickly the best robe, and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet. And bring the fattened calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate. For this my son was dead, and is alive again' he was lost, and is found,' And they began to celebrate." - Luke 15:20-24.

Remember your graceful restoration.

I always dreamt of writing something that moved people to tears. A piece of prose that would tear the eyes of its readers or viewers. A climax that could somehow chip at the most particular soft spots of the human heart and cause the whole thing to crumble into pieces. Then an ending that pieced the puzzle heart back into place, but this time, with an infrastructure even stronger than before.

But to do this, I realized, I must first feel all these emotions myself.

No doubt though, it's going to be one hell of a story to tell when I get home.