This Is It

This is it. There is nothing else. Only this. This is our shot, don't fuck it up. You don't get another shot at it. No. Never. No chance.

And when it is done?

It's over, all over, everything is over, never to come again, done, finished, final. Minute by minute. Life time by life time. Only what is coming, will come. The only thing you have control over is your positioning against the thing that comes.

You can choose what you get, to an extent, by a positive outlook, a cheery face to the world. The best way to face it is to be happy. Content. In a random world, chose life. Chose happiness and everything else will take care of itself. With some luck. But a good nature super charges luck, haven’t you heard?

Be happy. Make a life of it. As there is no going back, there is no revision, there is no practice run, there is no re-write, there is no chance to start again. Sorry to inform you. But, you must have known.

This is it! 

It is happening now.

It’s draining out of you now, draining away. Your life, even if you don’t notice, it is happening. Right now, ebbing away. Minute by minute, second by second, you are closer to the end than you were before, even if you don’t feel it.

“Do you think I look older?”

“Older than when?”

“Than five minutes ago?”

“Oh, darling.”

“This morning?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Than I did last year?”

“Well, if we are talking about last year?”

“Our photos from our trip to Amsterdam?”

“Five years ago?”

“Is it five years ago?”

“The last trip?”

“When you stood in the moonlight in that lime green cagoule?”

“You were smoking those long joints.”

“Do I look older now?”

“That was five years ago?

“My how the time disappears.”

“You are lovelier now…”

“That wasn’t the question?”

“What was the question?”

“Do I look older?”

“You are as beautiful now…”

“Than when we drove that Fiat around southern Europe?”

“Twenty years ago?”

“Than when Oliver was born?”

“He’s twenty one years old?”

“He got your good looks.”

“He looks so much like you that if we put a dress on him…”

“Do I look older now, than then?”

“When you were red faced and screaming as he slid out of you?”

“To think that big boy came out of me.”

“It is the only time I have ever believed in miracles.”

“Do I look older than that night on the dance floor?”

“When we met?”

“What was the song that was playing?”

“You sexy thing.”

“You sexy thing?”

“Ah yes, I remember it like yesterday.”

“Do I look older than that night?”

“You had a mass of blonde curls.” 

“You had long dark hair.”

“You were lovelier than the sun and the moon and all the flowers in between.”

“We danced together until dawn.”

“I loved you from the very moment we were introduced.”

“I think I loved you from that moment too.”

“That was thirty years ago.”

“Do I look older now than then?”

“No.”