I thought there would be more. I thought, there would be more. I thought there would be more.
More to do, more to feel, more highs, more fun, just more, more, more.
But I don't think there is. I think I have reached the peak and there is only down now. Not fast like a skier, but slowly, slowly, like a leaf twirling round and round, descending from its home in a tree which is turning from being alive with color and beauty, to its winter emptyness.
There will be no more. No more excitement, no more new loves, no more surprises (at least not that I desire), just, no more.
Life - I have always enjoyed the unexpected, rolled with the punches, embraced challenges, rose to the occasion, all the tag lines that encourage us to come back for more. But I really think this is it. No I'm not dying - well at least not at this moment - but "life" is. I can see the life that is now set before me. This is it. No more fun.