fate may not alert you to exactly what it has in mind, but it cannot avoid telegraphing that play that play being the end- the end of you.
whether or not you'd prefer to pursue forever, you can't.
you just can't.
and the sooner a person tips his cap to that the sooner hair will stop appearing as clumps in his hands and the sooner his roots can begin to grow in the direction of their destiny.
no one is going to survive the big THIS but one can try to survive all the little thises that string together along the way or one may not want to for those little thises often feel larger than
l...i...f...e
and living doesn't seem worth the hassle 'cept for the moments that interrupt the little thises when
l...i...f...e
puffs a person's chest or pierces a person's sides through their lips and cheeks or strokes a person's hand to stop it from trembling and in those moments the big THIS couldn't be further away and the little thises simply go away.
no one is going to survive and none of us matter, but were it not for the matter of all the one you are wouldn't be here and here wouldn't be one half as _________ as it could be and the halves that need you to complete them would matter less leaving less matter of all for the here to know now forcing the now to know that it can't survive without the one and the one is you.