slide?

Everyone's moving on. Who am I to think that these same people would stand still where I left them? Who am I to have such self-absorbed thoughts? If i can't commit to something or someone specific, they continue on without me. It's just life. I'm happy for them; it just shocks me to see people change from what I saw years before. I know that deep down inside, though, they are the same people. It'd been my choice to not stick around. Now, it's their choice to move on. This fact shouldn't shake me, but it does.

A part of me wants to hold on to anything I still have. Another part of me wants to move on. But this part is reluctant. Where is there to move on to? Who is there to move on with? I'd always thought I needed something to hold on to. I realize that the only person I am permanently stuck with in life is myself. Do I find a place where I can secure my anchor and feel content? Just content, no particular highs or lows. Or do I continue throughout life treating it like a constant journey with disappointments and thrills along the way? I feel like I'm standing on the edge of some sort of cliff, but don't ask me to describe what's below or even why I'm standing there. All I see is a cliff.