Good times

It's been said that, if you miss something, you shouldn't get sad, but happy, because you've had something good.
There are many ways of looking at the act of missing something, you get either happy or sad, it's entirely up to you. I try to look in a manner that I get proud of at least once having it. Although ninety percent of the tries are bound to failure...
Is this what they call addiction? I don' know, it looks like something else. Something better. Addiction sounds so negative. But perhaps that's what the addicted think, because they can't see what it truly is, since they are glorifying and thus seeking it. You know, it feels like you can't have anything else like that one thing. Nothing else feels so good, so... rewarding.
Yet when you go for it, it's all but rewarding. It's frustrating. It's like throwing efforts through the window, until you can't even wake up anymore, but then minor rules change and you think that this time you may find satisfaction. Then you enter in a vicious circle that will drag you to hell. It takes a lot of time and strength to quit it. But then... you miss it.
Are we designed for failure?
This one question I don't think I'm able to answer and it may not even be the main point in here. The point is that there's fun at the initial moments. Of course, if there isn't even a nibble of fun, why would you seek it? As time pass, that fun looks more and more intense. Too fucking intense to be real.
But once, it was real, and that's what hurts most. Why did it stop?
Of course, because things change. Things have to change. So new things come and you uncover new horizons. But the scar stays there. Maybe not a scar, it's your job to shape your memory.
In most cases, the bad things shine through, leaving the good things at the shadows of forgetfulness. But in this case, not. The good things almost obliterate the bad ones. We have only a bleak memory of them, but we must mantain the bad moments in order to not enter the circle again. It's a though job because we keep on bruising ourselves so we can be fine, it's gross when you think about it, but it's life. Hurt to save.
It has happened before, and it will probably happen again. Life may be a vicious circle itself. Sometimes it seems more like a test of sanity.
I won't lose.
You can always talk to those who were there when there was fun, revive those moments together. It may not appear to be enough, I hope others feel like this. Sometimes I wonder if burying it down and denying it until it's demise will make it stop coming back now and then. It probably will, yet that's a part of me now. A part that I don't want to forget. Perhaps you can excel by throwing all this inner feeling somewhere. Perhaps you will drown in your own nostalgic nightmare.
Being too nostalgic is deadly.