Three Days of Happiness

I didn’t have to try anything to know that she was right on the
money.
“I would consider it a wiser choice to seek a common, average
satisfaction,” Miyagi said. “There can be no recovery. Three months
is simply too short a time to change anything. What’s more, not
doing anything can slightly prolong them. So don’t you agree it’s
more shrewd to accumulate a number of small yet definite joys?
You lose because you consider only victory. Being able to find
victory in failure results in a minimum of disappointment.”
“Okay, I get it already, you’re right. But enough logic already,” I
shook my head. If I weren’t drunk, I may have tried to make an
opposing argument, but I didn’t have the energy for that now.
“I’m sure I’m one of those guys who doesn’t really understand just
how useless he is. ...So, hey, could you tell me everything that’s
gonna happen? How’d I spend those lost thirty years? Maybe if I
heard that, I could stop having any unreasonable hopes.”
Miyagi didn’t open her mouth for a while, then spoke in a way that
sounded like giving up.
“I suppose. Perhaps it is best for you to know it all now. ...However,
just as a reminder, you need not despair at anything I say. The
things I know were possibilities - but now, they are things that will
never actually happen.”
“I know that. Just gonna be hearing my fortune, sorta. ...And I’m
never gonna go nuts over you saying one little thing. It’d only come
to that if there were nothin’ else to come to.”
“I hope it won’t come at all,” Miyagi said.
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