It’s like standing on a building and feeling overwhelmingly certain that you’re going to jump off. Then, you remember you’re a human being with a will of your own, and you don’t. You leave the roof. You go eat a taco, maybe some cake.
All my days I have longed equally to travel the right road and to take my own errant path.
Sometimes not telling people anything is a good thing.
In secret we met
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
George Gordon Byron
What are you going to do? Everything, is my guess. It will be a little messy, but embrace the mess. It will be complicated, but rejoice in the complications.