Too Late to Apologize

When does one encounter or administer the so called "point of no return?" Who decided the date of expiration on milk, relationships, and retail store returns? It seems as though nothing in our world is built to last anymore. We are surely born and cultivated into a 5 second and self-destruct-civilization where an oil change lasts longer than a marriage and a banana ripens at a pace slower than a credit card balance. We want it now, we want it faster than yesterday and I almost forgot, there are no other lives to fry (or fish, same thing right?) . Slow does not exist. Nor does stagnant, inactive, gradual, moderate, dilatory or overdue. The only real alternative to urgent satisfaction is death. Death to the assurance of undecayed milk. Death to the exchange of an oversized bed sheet. Death to the relationship whose days were always numbered and whose participants decided to terminate upon insufficient turbulance. Death to endurance and death to true love. You may deem death as being quite biased and absolute and I believe you are notably accurate. Aren't you the one who throws the milk out when it is sour? Aren't you the one who re-gifts the sheets that never fit? Aren't you the one who can't forgive?

Nothing lasts because if it did we would cease to be egocentric and envious. It is more urgent to please a crowd of blue-blooded strangers than to re-kindle a suffering flame. An old relationship is just as easy to throw away as sour milk.