The ultimatum: to let it go and move on.

Then ultimately, things will crumble and you can't help but wonder if it's your fault and even your obligation to step forward and intervene lest the problem is exacerbated.

But wondering is the thought of not acting and the act of just thinking.

It's very much like instinctively pulling out the wrong block from an UNO tower. In that moment before the collapse, profanities dash into the corners of your mouth and a frantic motion of gesticulating for a chance of redemption. Of course all that is too late.

And then you are left with two choices:

1) be a sore loser and leave just so you don't have to pick up the mess.

2) just stay and don't pick up the mess.

Well you have more choices but somehow the way the game is played, it seems there are only these couple of choices. More simply,

leave the mess alone

and let go 

and move on.

Then what?