I have been past the limit for decades now.

A slow continuous march that only ever wobbles once in a blue moon.

Both a fact and reality.

Defying known expectations and data.

A rare occurrence like the planets lining with each other.

Wouldn’t a normal person be overjoyed?

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The truth is I fear it.

Like waiting for a spinning top to wobble and fall.

The retraction of a gift.

A doomed fate delayed.

Simply waiting for the candle to burn out.

The loss of something irreplaceable far too soon.

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For the time I remain.

The top has not yet fallen and the candle remains bright.

The gift is still mine though weaker.

Yes, I remain and still have goals ahead of me.

So I will continue with that in mind.

Pushing past the limit.