There are seven stages of grief and I’ve been going in a circle of one through six and I feel like seven is out of reach. 

Acceptance; acceptance is what got me here in the first place. 

You get accepted into a new world full of new people and experiences and sometimes you can’t take the old and familiar with you, and nine times out of ten it’s because it doesn’t want to come. 

It doesn’t want to be introduced to this new world that has opened up for you, it’s afraid you’ll find something that challenges you more on all the right levels and makes you feel like it once had. 

Maybe the old was never meant to intertwine with the new. Maybe when new is ubiquitous old becomes rare and turns into a memory like the things that were old when it was new. 

And maybe I should stop trying to force myself to accept that once was now isn’t and I should just happen upon acceptance rather than force it. 

Sometimes I just feel like the light at the end of the tunnel is just an oncoming train.