How happy I am to be done with you

How happy I am to be done! My friend, what a thing is the heart of Man. So full of will and yet so vulnerable. To get away from you, from whom I was inseparable… and to be happy! I know that I will forgive you someday. But until then, it is not my fault that life has instilled in me such great fears. I was innocent. I am innocent. Was it my fault that, while I was taking pleasure and amusement in our acquaintance, a passion was growing in the poor heart? And yet, am I wholly innocent? Did I not encourage you to nurture my feelings? Did I not take delight in those utterly inappropriate advances of your nature which so often made me jump in joy, though they came with maddening red warning signs? Oh, what a creature is Man, that he may bewail himself. But I promise that I shall improve, and will not keep on chewing over some morsel of misfortune doled out by this world, as I always have done. To truly live is to enjoy the present moment, and let the past be – over and done with. How true it is that the pains people endure would be less if only they didn’t put so much imaginative energy into fondling the memory of past misfortunes.