"And I saw it coming
I saw emptiness and tragedy
And I felt like running
So far away
But knew I had to stay
And I know when I'm older
I'll look back and I'll still feel the pain
I know I'll be stronger and I know I'll be fine
For the rest of my days"
- Pete Murray
Agreed, this period of transition is highly...? You can barely find the words to describe the absolute havoc its wreaking, how on earth are you supposed to endure it? Nevertheless, the fact remains that you can either: sink or swim, linger or run, stand still, dumbstruck, or walk away meditatively towards, what you hope are, greener pastures.
Yes, there will be days when your options are limited to just one (and that's not exactly the enjoyable one; it probably includes lying flat on your back, and fantasising about how you can replicate the ancient Japanese suicide ritual called Hara kiri by shoving a sword into your abdomen and slicing your digestive system neatly - Wikipedia has its benefits, too), but, though you can't or won't see them, the other options are right there, waiting to be considered. And they're much easier to execute than locating a sword would be.
So... Sink or swim?
You choose to float for a while.
"Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies"
- Youth Group/Alphaville
(Picture courtesy: www.xkcd.com)
