Life...Every Precious Drop

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It is close, now...and end I cannot bear to think of and cannot stop. My hands shake and my soul rattles around inside this skeleton that holds up my body. I feel those tiny little electric sparks of life in the air and a panic stuck somewhere in my vocal chords that hold back screams of protest. I shove all of that into some padded lock-box inside and look around for every single scrap and sign of life. Here, with an ant highway crawling purposeful towards my garage doors, there in bird song high above, a mate calling out to his counterbalance somewhere in the front yard. Sprouts of new foliage shoot up from the Earth, some will grow into pesky weeds, while others reach for the heights of tall, majestic trees. Everywhere I look, life bustles and flourishes all around.

A day, a week, a month of breaths and sighs, sights and sounds...there is no measure of just how many grains of sand must spill before the bulbous glass of life sits empty, devoid of even residue on its surface. And isn't that true for all of us, regardless of health or circumstance? The only moment any of us are promised is this one. And if we're fortunate, this one will quietly slip into the next, and the next, until they string together to make a lifetime of memories. Today, every day, I do my very best to squeeze out every single drop of life from my moments, my hours, because I know, locked inside that padded box I know that one day I will open my hands to find all the drops are done, it is all...done, and no scream, no tear, no wish or prayer will buy another one.