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Sometimes I get into my head (an incomplete idea) the thought that
misfortune and fortune are two separate bodies--well, not exactly
bodies, and not exactly entities or things. It's difficult to explain.
But I imagine both with personalities. They're pushing and pulling on
me, on us, on everyone, in my head, that is, and they're in
competition. And though I know full well that misfortune has not
exactly smashed down upon me, it feels like it's nicked me--on the
shoulder, tapped my head, in passing. There have been so many things in
my life I can name that are bad. The more important, the good things,
the good people, the good things I've learned in this world, this
passing life, are certainly not forgotten. Those are what distinguish
from the bad. Good and bad define each other. Without good, there would
be no bad. So, I'm going to remember my good days, my good friends, and
good hearts, and cherish them, for as long as I can. Because that is
all the good I have in the world, and I will not take it for granted.
After all, there is no misfortune without a speck of good fortune
nearby.