We are each Limited Editions with Expiration Dates. Strawberries have a fixed natural season with freshness extended through human interventions. The seasons are no longer what they once were.
A life, well lived or not, ultimately mirrors the seasons of Spring, Summer, Autumn & Winter. Each day mirrors the seasons as well. The promises <spring> of each morning, yield to the lingering darkness <winter>.
The daily Limited Edition expires.
Life, like time, is a one way street. That and a bunch of other bromides & platitudes that all ultimately express the fragile essence of existence.
Enough tippity tappity typing. There is a parade to go to.