We have all felt the straw that breaks the camel’s back. That one last event when a person cannot take any more. The feeling that all previous efforts to avoid or evade the pile-on have been useless and fallen on deaf ears.
Even as the last straw is being doled out there is the hope that it won’t be too much. We fight the burden. We try to buck up and shoulder the load, but we find that our effort is useless. At times it becomes a matter of pride. At others times it is a matter of self interest, or integrity, but ultimately it always becomes a matter of self respect. The weight, the burden, the lash, deny human dignity and as such it becomes necessary to shed the load by any means available.
At these times of the final straw, we recognize that there is no way to patch things up. The burden is not simply the load of a single event, but is the result of baggage over time. We may muse about mending the fences, but fence mending simply means solidifying a barrier between the parties, not bridging the gap. We muse about building bridges, while knowing that if a bridge could be built the same baggage will be carried across it again. That is why the final straw is the last. We recognize that the same events will continue and so there is no turning back.
The last straw is a sad time. Rarely is it experienced between enemies. They have no mutual target to begin with and as such they never shared a load. They begin at odds with one another. Most often the final straw is experienced between companions who shouldered a common burden toward a common goal. When that last straw descends, while it may bring heat and fire, it also brings a sense of remorse, a sense of loss along with its feeling of finality. All things come to pass, even the last straw.