Change. It's scary. You see it coming, and you even plan for it! But, when it finally does arrive, you can only run and hide. Your first, instinctive reaction gives you two choices: Fight or flight. Without blinking, you pick the latter.
You duck for cover. You dive out of plain view. And you hope that if you keep your eyes firmly shut it'll pass you by. But that's not going to happen. Not at all. You're in the middle of it. Your feet are stuck in gobs of melted tar, and change is headed straight for you like a steamroller. Slowly, but surely. Now what do you do?
You decide to go back and pick option 1: Fight. Like a boxer warming up in his corner, you're feeling light on your toes as you bounce around. You're nimble, you're quick and you're not to be messed with. You're ready for this showdown. But you never truly considered your opponent. No, while you hopped and skipped about in your corner, you failed to acknowledge the omnipotence of your rival. Like a calmly settling fog, change comes in and is suddenly everywhere. As you look around in horror, you realize that your world has disappeared. This isn't how you pictured things would turn out, but this is how they are. You've lost on both counts. You're sinking. And as your lungs finally fill with cold, briny aqua, and the light begins to fade, you know it's too late.