It is not yet the end of the week, but already it has been an emotional roller-coaster ride for me.
I was afraid. So afraid that I could do nothing but bawl my eyes out.
The thing about it is that, well, it happens. You know it has to. It will, and there is no escaping it. But you cannot help but hope otherwise. Deep down, there might still be a glimmer of light, or so you think.
I still recall Raistlin’s quote: “Hope is the denial of reality.”
We take so many things for granted. When the truth sets in; when you have fully comprehend the gravity of the situation; when you know that it is inevitable – what else can you do?
There is no turning back the clock no more. All you can do is to gather up your wits and guts, force yourself to not think about it anymore, and move on.
Really: it is so easy to say that. Move on. But it is just so hard to do.
It is also equally easy to ask questions. Why, you screamed. Why? But the answers are not there. They are never meant to be.
It really does make you feel helpless. It stares at you right at your face, but you cannot avoid it. We are bound to have to surrender to it anyway – we just do not know when. And that is not a very exciting thought.
I will be away for the weekend, so expect no updates until I return.