Bittersweet Symphony!

Every once in a while, comes a time, when I get tired of being myself, in the circumstances I find myself in...mostly professional, sometimes personal. Many times, there is not much one can do about this - a makeover, wardrobe change, holiday - they all lift the gloom, streaks of silver in a pilling black. You tend to keep feeling the walls around you, looking for ways out of this puzzle. Then you are offered a choice - tempting, tantalizing, asking you to reach out and grab it. You hesitate, shrink back, remember things past, determined to do the right thing this time at least and save yourself. Thoughts of "what could be" are banished and you war with yourself, body and soul.
One day, things are at their lowest ebb, you review your choices (numbering one), throw caution to the winds, and plunge headlong into temptation. You frolic, drink deep, come back for more, and it is the loveliest time of your life. A sense of foreboding lurks around you, causing glitches, mood swings, tears and much heartache, but you fend it off, determined to live in the present. Till...
...there comes yet another moment, seemingly well orchestrated, that uproots you, from all that is familiar into a cloud of promise, betterment and riches. Its a bittersweet moment of professional triumph marred only by a sinking realization that you have had an all too brief attempt at an indescribable emotion. Yet more choices, you think, only to see that there are none. The Fates have decided for you, it couldn't have been better timed, an easy escape, a mutual release. There should be no hurt egos, broken hearts, there. Or will there be? You have kept reaffirming to yourself that the end is nigh, only to find yourself there, without having begun at all...