Once a decision is made, there's no turning back. That sense of finality brings forth feelings of loss. Loss of hope, options, and freedom. The loss sets you on this train track with only one destination.
I never wanted to make the decision. The sad thing about the whole thing is that once I was actually ready to make a decision, the options were not there anymore. There was only one path left and I had no choice but to take it.
Finality without the choice, for lack of a better term, sucks bigtime.
On a brighter note, I have decided to live with it. Fin.