The Wall

The wall is going to get you in the end. You might unexpectedly crash into it at any moment, but regardless of when it happens, it will end your forward motion. PERIOD. Such are the physical laws of getting old. 

When it does happen, there will be a jarring, unexpected moment of sudden impact and you know it is the beginning of the end. Your adventure is all but over and the inevitable downward spiral has begun.

It will only accelerate from this point forward as the principles of physics and gravity take over and no amount of lying to yourself will halt the inescapable 
pile-up you are going to experience.

At some unknown level you have accepted the wall is your fate. It is not a structure composed of particle matter but more of a conflagration of the atoms of the mind.

Delay tactics and retreat work only for so long until reality overwhelms what meager resources you still are able to muster. You realize there is no genteel way to accept defeat in your battle against the wall.

Your plan now shifts to a matter of inevitable retreat and to regroup what resources you can marshal in the fight. You fight against the days that are too short and nights that never seem to end.

Yet, you still cling to the belief that you can outflank the wall. You remember each victory before the wall appeared out of nowhere, why couldn’t it happen again? YOU ARE WRONG.

The wall is the final harbinger of future days, there is no way around it. You will end up against the wall no matter how much you rage, and then, the clock will strike midnight and the wall will disappear.   

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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