Have you guys ever had this feeling? This... melancholic joy?
It's like- You're happy because you discovered something you enjoy, but at the same time you're sad for not being there in the very first day of its conception. Perfection was born on that July day, but unfortunately, I wasn't there to witness it. But at the same time, it's not too late! I can still enjoy it.
I think there's actually a word for this feeling: Ambivalence. But I'm not so sure...
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