Author: Don Normantico
Separate ways
It is a long night, the rain pouring outside.
The lights are off; it is dark and cold.
I lie here half-awake, consumed by thoughts of you.
I gave up everything and gained nothing in return.
Perhaps I am fighting for what I can never hold,
Or trying too hard to save what is already gone.
Here I lie, unable to move, speak, or scream.
Is it wrong to give up when the ache is this deep?
I am not that strong, and you know it.
I am quick to anger, impulsive, and foolish;
I am weak, barely standing on my own two feet.
I do not know where to turn anymore.
Holding on feels entirely wrong
So let us walk away, and go our separate ways.
Problems
I tend to overthink, constantly analyzing every potential consequence before making a move. It is like running every decision through a series of “what if” scenarios, mapping out every possible step. I am not a risk-taker; I prefer a predictable, smooth path to any solution. While every choice carries consequences, knowing what lies ahead allows you to brace for impact. Most of the time, my predictions hold true, making future steps easier to calculate and building my confidence along the way.
Yet, an unknown variable occasionally surfaces out of nowhere. Fate plays its hand, my calculations fail, and everything unravels into a hard-earned lesson. Though my confidence takes a hit, I refuse to waste energy assigning blame. Instead, I try to reframe the setback as a challenge turning a failure into motivation. It is an ideal goal, easier said than done, but necessary. Even if an unexpected crisis temporarily shakes my faith in my analytical skills, it ultimately builds the resilience I need to face the unknown next time.
No regrets
I did my best, or at least I tried. For that reason, I have no regrets.





