Once upon a long time ago, when I was a child, my mom took me and LB1 to buy brand new backpacks. The first one I saw was a red bag with a ton of pockets. So I chose that one. LB1 however set his heart on that bag because it was red. That was all that mattered to him. Mom "convinced" me to "settle" for a purple duffle style backpack. I hated it.
I honestly tried to focus on everything else but the bag that had seemingly nothing to offer. Five years passed, LB1's red backpack had a hole and my purple bag was still in pretty good condition. A couple more years pass and I am gifted the backpack of my dreams. It last two years and my purple bag is still in great condition. I graduated, bag still fine. In the years I've had this bag, it has held everything from school work to clothes to groceries to tools to car parts. Only in the past year has it started to look like retirement is in its imminent future.
The point I am trying to make is don't hate everything that comes unwanted in your life as the very thing you hate might be the very thing that you end up reaching for. I never imagined back then that I would still have, much less appreciate, my purple bag. I am now happy I was forced to settle for my bag.
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