"Know how a flying squirell jumps from tree to tree. Enjoying every minute of the jump. Clasping its claws onto the tree and giving itself enough force to jump to the next branch. It enjoys the air running through its fur and also the excitement for the risk it is taking is one big risk as it could just slip and fall any time. The adrenaline of excitement , happiness, joy.
And then suddenly the squirell mistimes its jump and eventually trips and falls into the depths of the dense forest. What does it find down below the darkness?
It only awaits pain, angst, misery and regret."
Well this is just a metaphor that could best describe my life as of a month ago.