One Life

THese past couple of weeks, now that my exams are getting closer and closer, it's striking me suddenly how there's only ONE life. We only get ONE try.
There are millions and gabillions of books out there, but we, the humans- we essentially get ONE book.
We can't go to Hogwarts and Narnia, even though through reading, we discover them both. It's like --- we get one first kiss. One first broken bone. One first house. We only get one eighteenth birthday. One fiftieth. One husband, one of everything-- if you're lucky.
What's really started to dawn on me, is that I might miss one of my ONES. Then I have nothing, which is possibly the scariest thing of all.
It's like monopoly- you can buy every property, get a load of houses, or you can just go around the board making no real impact on the game. You have money, maybe one property, but that's it.
In the end, you're the one who loses. Maybe you have the most money- but you were bored the entire game.
What was the point in even playing, right?

It is fucking scaring me. We get ONE life. One.
One. Only. We can't press the delete button and rewrite a word, a sentence, a paragraph.
We just have to keep flowing, make the timeline go on in one direction. ONE. *whimpers, switching on some Ally Mcbeal*