Unnecessary speculation

If one were to say that I haven't "grown up" "acceptably" despite what I've been through, I look through the glass of memory and doubt that I would have "grown up" "acceptably" even if the Sundering had never happened. I fail to see how complacency would have made my adolescence more "normal" on some arbitrary scale.

It doesn't matter whether I brought the Sundering upon myself, nor whether there has yet to be forgiveness, from whom to whom; for I remember it not as tragedy nor as injustice, but rather as a blessing in the normal course of events -- without which there would never have been love or loss, philosophy, nor laughter; no horror, wonder, nor fear; no winter's sparrow, nor messenger.

There would be no calling; no hubris; no homecoming.

No, I don't really think I'd rather have had my life happen any other way.