Prolong the day

Prolonging the day until the time comes; the bright light of death.  Hold off, it’s not time yet.  All the years have gone by, taking a little each day, some, more than other, depending on the indulgence, drinking, smoking, eating, drugs, athletics, exercise, environment, sun, cold, or jobs.   With stress or environmentally hazardous, all contribute to the early demise.

Time to look; it’s not too late to keep yourself on a path to a longer life.  Think of bombarding rays from an alien planet trying to end all existence with each deadly zap.  Not a dominate foe, his instrument of destruction is low voltage so each little jolt hardly noticed, cumulative it accelerates the door closing.

Work long hours, stressed with the need to perform, and no matter the consequences appear to be the only way to get the money, to live the life away from this environment.  I have to work like this; they pay me to do it.  By the time you get away, your tank’s so low, you’ve got to shut down to charge up.  Each refill never seems enough.  To justify the time, you need to overcompensate for the time away.  Play hard work hard.  What toll does it take on you? 

He worked fixing cars.  Skin on his hands, never pink and soft but dark with grease, seeping into the valleys of his finger prints, recessed below the soap he’d apply.  With no barrier, chemicals penetrated the epidermal layer, into his blood stream, coursing through his body, ultimately to his liver.  Everyday it filtered, cleansing the daily grim, until the residue removed by the amazing system, left in excrements.  If not in his hands, in the air these toxins came in, taken into his lungs thousands times a day.  Vital gases travelled across air sac membranes, directly into the blood stream, detrimental or vital made no difference. At the end, the livers filter became contaminated and broken.

 What ever goes in must come out.  Your choice is to find away to get what’s needed with as little extra as possible.