Hello Mr. Gaiman. Recently I have failed to accomplish a life-long goal that cost me a lot of effort and time I won't get back. I don't want to go into details, I just want to know if you have some words of solace or comofrt for this poor soul.
The best comfort I can give is that most of the good things that have happened to me were preceded by awful, terrible things I wouldn't have wished upon an enemy. And if the bad things hadn't happened, the good things couldn't have happened either. I'm not saying "Cheer up, things always work out for the best" or anythng like that. But life, in retrospect, is an odd thing, and looking back I'd even keep most of the bad bits.






















