Few Assess their Lives

Few Assess their Lives Few assess their lives in the act of living. Only what is of the moment counts. The years pass by like clouds of a passing storm. Then, as they look out from the hill of advanced age, the landscape of their past lives reaches far into the distance, too far now to change anything. All is fixed in place, all roads now marked by barriers. There is no going back. Signposts indicate the mileage to their destination will soon be reached. Living in a darkening twilight, they watch the days falling behind a final sunset, pulling with equal speed an all-pervasive darkness they were once warned about by others but ignored until now.