Tripping at the final hurdle
Your whole life has been a journey, where one deed is built on another. The existence of a previous experience is often rationalised and justified by the subsequent one it paves way for. The movement of experience fluctuates in troughs and peaks, but at critical checkpoints, you successfully clear the necessary hurdles to move forward - with the confidence of your history safely in your hands.
You are to be judged by how you cross the final hurdle. The final hurdle defines the path and conclusion of the journey you have taken thus far, for this is how the journey will be remembered. The final hurdle is one that could be gracefully and dextrously sailed over, clumsily but effectively breached - or disastrously negotiated to the point you are stopped dead in your tracks. Tripping at the final hurdle cascades in a domino-effect to taint, contaminate and trivialise the fruit of your toil and sweat in previous manouevres. One by one, the hurdles are all fallen, and you have nothing left to show, except for that fallen masterpiece that had been mercilessly robbed of its stature by a careless, awkward brushstroke across its face.
