The anonymity of oneself burdens the soul. To elope with truth and fear is to run from peace and norm. Breaking doesn’t have to be loud; anyone can leave silence gracefully. In every great change is a subtle step that leaves risk unattended. The beauty of the classic stages of acceptance is that it never really stagnates horizons. It marks points that weren’t really there to start with. Denial is to submerge into pleasing lies. Anger is to simmer in guilty pleasure. Bargaining is to sink into comforts. Depression is to drown without water. Acceptance is nothing–only an infinite loop of pools to swim from while seeking endless satisfaction. To accept is to become delusional in putting an end to options and choices. Dive, dip and bathe into each milestones of little reality escapade.