It's okay, I guess.
The Second Coming by William B. Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Decision to stop resisting and no longer remain willfully ignorant.

It'd be a steep rise - fall? - from this choice.
Perhaps this is the answer I must walk away with.