Rushing, rushing, running, always in a hurry. Making the most of the hours of the day. Imposing limits on our time, running our lives away. The seasons go unnoticed, our children grow in fits and starts. We compartmentalize precious moments all to complete a task. We scratch and claw for resources, thinking they will give us an advantage, only to come face to face with reality when we run out of time. Our children are grown and our business deals are done. We look at the age lines that we have accumulated and wonder where our time has gone. As we take stock of our own mortality, we realize that we are all ways behind. We come to understand that from the day we draw first breathe that we face our own death, which is our true dead line.