Fight or flight to survival?

Until last night I was convinced that there is chance for us.
But an asteroid is coming my way and I must brace for impact.
An impending career decision will soon alter our lives.
I don't think I can handle this one.
I don't think I may even survive it.

A flight to survival? 

A most probable countermeasure is to find a hiding place. But being alone scares me now. Darkness, which once ruled my thoughts, is now just a familiar stranger. The cold is overwhelming. Having no arms to wrap around me is even colder.

But certainty is good bait. A flight to survival is a guaranteed survival. I just need to wait until the debris settles. Days could be months and months could be years, but my survival is my redemption. There is a chance to renew my life. 

Or a fight to survival?

Preparation is key. All I need is a manual. And there are numerous writers I can count on. I just need to learn the basics, and I will master the art of survival. I can even pick my own weapon. Maybe I'd be Katniss, I'd look good with a bow and arrow. 

A fight to survival is risky. Many enemies lurk the regions, all bearing different faces - frustration, temptation, disappointment, and maybe even doubt.

A fight to survival, I will always be conscious, looking out for enemies wherever I go. My vulnerabilities are turned weapons against me. I will constantly be looking for a way out and there won't be one until death. Forever could exist but not without a fight. I will seek comfort in a war zone but at least I won't be alone. I'd be a warrior. There is a chance to live my life.