Age

Everything ages. Even ages age, eras are born then crumble and die. Countries and empires share the same fate. Greece, Rome, Persia, whatever the hell Russia was; it doesn't matter eventually time conquers all. Time will conquer you. It is the one insurmountable fact, you are going to die. One day. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow; maybe you're already dead. Life doesn't always fade out when a person punches their ticket. Sometimes choices snuff that out long before the physical end. There was a kid I grew up with. A bright shining star in the world around him with a promising future ahead. Slowly, his star began to go supernova... white dwarf on red giant star. Someone with promise ends up climbing thirteen balconies to kill an old man or starts a drug addiction that only ends with an early grave. For what? A gang? Drugs? Pleasure? I don't know, and I don't really care anymore. I've seen a ton of stars come and go. The universe is looming with the darkness; empty slots where light once stood. The point is that we all have promise; some burning bright ambition, potential, or fate. But all it comes down to is when are you going to fizzle out and more importantly will you know if you already have?