We often hinge our happiness and sense of content on another human being convinced that they are the one. You know, maybe he’ll be the one smiling like an idiot barely able to stand still in that one spot at the front of the church as I march down the aisle to Pachelbel Canon in D. I’ve always dreamed that it was going to be a live orchestra and Michel, my friend, would definitely be the one on the trumpet. And we’ll both smile because in that moment all that matters is the two of us. The reality hits and you realize that foul can be fair and fair can be foul . I used to frown upon the pessimists of the world who believed there was nothing good in the world, but maybe they have a point.