The Sky Looks Like Tahiti

I once thought like this:
Is Heaven really where I want be? I mean right now. I mean out of all the options, was heaven the best? You know where everything is perfect. I have trouble sitting through three hour services, how am I supposed to praise forever? Is there surfing? And will I be able to land an air reverse every time? And if I can, what's the fun in that. I like being a better at something than someone else and still not being as good as I could possibly be. I find beauty in imperfection. I like the fact that my girlfriend has a scar just above her left eye and like the story of how she got it. Is it really better? A lot of people say different things about what it will be like. How do they Know? If there is no shame and no sin, how will I define myself? Will I be myself? If I won't have a wife in Heaven, what's the point of having one here? You go to heaven to lose your Wife? Why? Why do I labor and toil down here? Do I work to help others? What if by me helping them they end up realizing the same thing?
But then He showed me strife, hurt, hunger, and how none of these things exist where he is and how none of it was meant to be in the first place. And by this he showed me he is worthy to be praised forever.
I no longer think the way I did>