There’s no script, no tempo, no messaging until we get to a certain age and then the music starts.
And, it’s nearly always the same.
“Can I have some more?”
Never less than before; never just enough; and never, how do I give back more than I take?
At some stage, we’ll run out of everything. And I mean everything.
Have you even thought about it?
Perhaps it doesn’t bother you, but it sure as hell will bother those that follow in your oh-so-weary footsteps.