I think this actually comes and goes with the various ebbs and flows of your life.
I don't know about you but there have been some days when I have been seconds away from shuffling off the mortal coil and other days when I feel like I could take on the Empire myself, and everything in between.
I suppose somewhat ironically you won't ever know until its 'too late' so to speak, in which case maybe you will be at peace anyways.
I wish you peace my brother.
DBD
There is some truth to that. The fluctuations of every day's circumstances make your interpretation of your own happenstance really hard to judge. I would assume most people here don't trust themselves one way or another. Sometimes it's not even the state of affairs that might send you to a breaking point - you might feel absolutely awesome while your funds are crumbling, or you are unfathomably empty and ready to go while marrying the love of your life. For most of the time it's hard to objectively analyze what you feel and during our darkest moments we've misinterpreted a lot of things*. This statement is rather obvious, but we fall back into those depths of hell anyway and our feet somehow keep on being tangled in the tentacles coming from what slumbers under the land of our psyche again and again and again.
I interpret the feeling of absolute readiness by not worrying about the clock anymore. I worry too much about time, so its a subjective thing. There's illimitable clarity in my routine out of a sudden, and this is the thing that usually carries me to not commit to the date. My lurkng ass even mentioned in a post I wrote a couple of months ago that my date comes in two weeks from then. Spoiler: I was hungover.
And as dead beat dad has also said: we won't even know when its too late. We keep on analyzing, making some steps towards recovery, then two steps backwards. We either will live to at least see our grandchildren or we shall perish out of nowhere, during either the good or bad. Going along with an impulse until there's no going back after the mistake is concluded or a spontaneous pestilence screwing us up as we sit around doing nothing and overthinking either our failures or mortality itself?
Well, I guess I can say is that hanging on requires you to clutch a straw. You can also...you know what..with...it. Peace to y'all c :
* I don't know, me writing in plural might be putting everybody into one bucket - bear with me pls xd