Why Limits of life are not at either end -> it's in the middle

If I were to give a speech on limits of life to a bunch of professional listeners who are keen on the subject and asked the open question, What are the limits of life, I would surely get answers, like we are unable to adjust our death, or for that matter our birth circumstances by our free will. I agree to this statement, in other words, life itself is a rotten banana, rotten on both ends. Obviously smelling with rottenness, but we somehow have become the happy consumers of the middle. And This obviously sounded a bit fishy to me for a long time, as it happened it lingered in my hind mind as a concept. Should I trust the delicious taste of apparent unrotten middle of the banana? And I found at least as closest to what is happening in a graph which used to describe limits of a function.

Kindergarten explanation on limits.

parabola y= X squared

Imagine a continuous function, a simple one you would learn in high school. Y = X Squared. This function is continuous just like our life. And end behavior is unreachable, at - and positive infinities of X. Just like our life. Now here is a thing, which helps us to understand what is comprehensible in the middle. From a macroscopic view the graph looks bendy, with a downward and upward parts reflected in the middle. But if you zoom in beyond recognition into any part of the curve, the curvature disappears and the graph would resemble a straight line. Obviously, this cannot be true as at macroscopic level we can see a curve, so at microscopic level that curve should be preserved. So, our cleaver mathematicians instead of tackling with this paradox have built a method called limit. The idea of a limit is simple.

Why limits exist in the middle of life? Why the banana is rotten?

Limit: is a method used by mathematicians to describe a value of a function, by approximation, without ever describing what actually happens at that instant in time. As an example. If you measure the velocity of a car, which obviously is the derivative of its speed function, you can get a value for instantaneous velocity by using limits. Yet, nobody knows what happens at instant of time, as a car which is accelerating cannot have a single value for velocity. This gives me the full framework for to explain the following poem I wrote in my book of time, three years back. At which time I had no knowledge of limits of a function, yet I knew only there exist a limit of my current moment to moment existence. Truth, is we do not know what happens to us each instant in time. It is too fast for any mind to comprehend, and we can agree that we can only model with an inherent error no matter how hard we try. And mind just approximate the truth with a margin of error just like a limit function.

Limits of life are now, not tomorrow