On the Fade

I feel as if I'm running out of second chances.

As if all my choices have led up to this moment and there’s no going back.

Remember that scene in “No Country for Old Men” when Javier Bardem flips a coin to decide the fate of his victim?

He says something like that, how the coin is only the instrument of - not chance - but fate, of inevitability. How previous choices have led to that moment, as surely as a mathematical equation produces its answer.

This may sound cryptic or even cynical, but there is an upside.

If I am running out of time, out of choices, what moment could be more important than

this?