"Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade and follow the natural curve, which flows on..." - D.H. Lawrence
There are some days that you have to force yourself to stop looking for reasons and explanations. You have to stop making excuses for other people and for yourself. You have to stop wondering and analyzing and theorizing and speculating. You have to just stop, and remind yourself to breathe. You find stillness, even if it's only a tattered shred and it's only cowering in some dark lonely corner of yourself. You accept that you're not in control, and you let go of the desire to try. You tell yourself that it's okay to feel like you're plummeting without a parachute, because the truth is, there was never any ground below you.
And then you take a deep breath, and you swear that you learned a lesson, and you trust that things are unfolding as they should, and you begin again.