Loosing

There comes a time in every game where you have to decide how you are going to end.  I remember those games.  You can look at the moves you have yet to make and you can see that you have run out of options.  You now simply have to decide how you are going to end.  I can remember when an acquaintance of mine was at that point.  There were no more relatives to run to.  There were no more cities to welcome.  The boyfriends left.  The children grew up.  The public aid checks got smaller and her health was spent.  She changed.  She became calmer and more accepting.  She stopped panicking and started packing her life up in paper bags.  She planned the end the way she wanted to end.  This she had to do because the end was coming and instead of fighting it, she welcomed it.  We always plan to win, but no one teaches us the art of loosing.  No one says that you don't have to go out kicking and screaming.  You don't have to transition that way.  You don't have to always throw a fit.  A good friend of mine said, "I'll always have to fight, but I don't always have to cry".  I may always have to face loneliness, but I don't have to cry  about it.  I may have to be broke for a while, but I don't always have to cry about it.  I may be sick longer than I supposed, but I don't always have to cry about it.  You go out of here with your head held high even if some things in your life are just going to be that way.  Be to ornery to wither and die.  Play your last piece as if it was your first and live life................................to the end.
Ecclesiastes 7:8-14King James Version (KJV)
⁸ Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof: