I miss Misfortunate, but I’m sure that a lot of it is because I’m remembering only the good parts. But because I’m aware that I do this, I know that it wasn’t perfect. I miss the good parts. I will always miss the good parts of anything – memories, foods, etc… This is not to be confused with wishing that I could have it back. I would never dare say that.
The question came up – even if not intended the way I’d taken it – of whether or not I would be looking to replace Misfortunate. The prospect never even crossed my mind and now that it has, I realized that the answer is no, I wouldn’t. It is what it is. I miss it out of a respect for the best of it, but I can’t recreate it, and I’m not looking to replace it. The truth is: I half-lie to myself to justify having invested so much time in it and I’m certain that upon careful and objective examination, I could shatter this happy image of it that I keep in my mind.
There may yet be better fits for me or there may not be, but either way, I will be open to and seize at whatever opportunities come my way. That’s the only way to live.