What I see in my life and where I see it going

I am in the fourth quarter of a football (American) match. I have to make my life meaningful. I have to find that odd ball thrown to me and run with it like I have never done before. My opponent is at a breathing distance, ready to pull me down. My last match that I will ever play keeps haunting me. I have to make that difference which I wished so many times but the ball was never in my hands. And this time, I didn't ask for it.But I had it for the world to see that I am no loser . Everything I worked for rests in me crossing that line. I have reduced my wants, my expectations, changed myself, stuck on to the simple belief that I could do it. I am gasping for breath. I have a few feet distance between success and failure. I am not going to let it go. I pull all the strength and pray to God one last time to give me that push, that extra push that what ever I do should be able to cross that line. My life is like that. I have no second chances. No time to look back. Nothing to bank for a breather. It is the last two minute call I was made to be aware. I didn't intend to run with the ball. I was not the quarter back's first choice. But the ball landed on my hand. And I had to do something with it. Either run or accept defeat. And I couldn't let that happen. Will I do it. Those extra seconds will let me know. And I am trying so hard. With all the the faults that I perceive as mine, with all the lost opportunities that I could have done good for myself, I am yet to concede because I believe that my life is not a waste of God's creation, that there is a meaning in my birth and it is just that my realization came a just little late. But then why do I care. How I wished all my life to be that other person and never listened to my inner call that this is who I am and it is up to me to live up to it. Those half hearted efforts only robbed the prize I so longed for but never tried in good faith. The distaste on what one is dealt with is so hard to overcome that I wished mother luck to cast its shadow on me a million times and never once it did. This time I am running knowing fully aware that nature is going to have the final say. I am trying to embrace it as I know now that there is no such thing as luck but only I could rest on my laurels if I so badly wanted it by cracking up my nerves, tensing my muscles and leaping beyond the distant future that I normally would give up because it is so painful as the very thought drains away my energy and robs the dream which I have developed over years. I am running like my life depends on it. My family and friends are cheering and applauding. Will I fulfill my own expectations before I satisfy theirs.