Time’s Up?

Don’t you ever feel sometimes like it’s time’s up? Everything has a time limit, everything has an expiration date. Even the non-biodegradable stuff don’t stand the chance when faced against the onslaught of forever. Some of the toughest times in a person’s life has to deal with resisting the allotted time span of something. When a romantic relationship has run it’s course, it’s difficult for some people to deal with that. You refuse to give up the fight. It’s like doing C.P.R. on a person who’s deader than a doorknob. The fear of death itself is one futile resistance against a big kahuna time limit. I say futile because there’s no winning against that. Nil. One famous adage goes something like, “birth is the first step on your march to death”. Morbid, but true. One’s glory days is another thing we can’t seem to let go of, once the chimes of doom come a-clanging. Celebrities, champion athletes, beauty queens, and other shining stars in fame’s firmament hang on to whatever’s left of their fading glimmer. When you’re up there, it feels like the lease is permanent; you never feel like the landlord is just around the corner, about to kick your ass out into the streets, to make room for a newer, more favored tenant. When do you keep up the fight? When do you give up the spirit? The never say never attitude spells success for some, tragedy for others. I guess we all have our own personal dates with destiny. I can only hope I accept with grace when the moment comes when I have to face my life’s many time limits. I hope I can discern between the tests, wherein I am expected to push on, against all odds, and defiant in the face of abject failure…and the eviction notices, wherein I need to quietly pack my backs and flitter away without a fight. I need to know if it’s a cliffhanger to ease in a new chapter, or if it’s simply game over.