as it spills all over the floor

When we know something will eventually happen, why don't we ever expect it, or accept it? Like endings for example, everything ends, movies, lives, the pain of a paper cut, but if we know it's going to end, can't we brace ourselves for the impact? I've felt pain, in places i didn't know existed, all because something I knew wasn't going to last forever ended. I understand fully that you cannot control your feelings, and that thoughts, hell even lives can change in the blink of an eye, but even though I know that feelings and things change, end, and begin, around me every second I just can't allow myself to understand that something is done, over, gone, maybe forever, or maybe just for now, but no matter what this has ended, and i don't know how to accept that. I dislike change, and I hate hurting, and I'm exhausted, but i've been here before, haven't we all? the place inside you where you feel so low, lower than disappointment in yourself, i've been here, and I made it out alive, and I will make it out again one day. It's tough though, because it's as if all the progress you have made just fell back on top of you like a ton of bricks, i'm always stacking my towers to high. Things change in a moment, lives are altered everywhere, every minute, here's mine, man I hate acceptance.