”Good riddance! I’ve fenced with that flaw from birth.
At any given moment it could’ve killed
me, had I wanted it to. For what it’s worth,
had it beat me, I would have been thrilled.
But all in all, it’s better that I’m rid
of it. From here on out I’m in the clear.
Most never face their fatal flaw. I did
and came through. See? It’s gone, yet I’m still here.”
”And none the worse for having sacrificed
it to the cause,” I told him. He said, “No.
No sacrifice. No loss.” I thought, “Oh Christ,
why didn’t all its baggage go?”
Some things we’re ok showing to the door—
such things’re what good riddance’s most good for.