Jamie sighed. "I know you believe that, I can see it. But, Harry, you aren't that man. You could become him, but you aren't that man any more than Remus Lupin is the man who fathered Teddy, or than Sirius Black is the man who escaped Azkaban prison. That letter? That wasn't about missing the good things in his life, that was realizing that tomorrow finally came and he'd lost his chance to 'do better, starting tomorrow'."
He ran a hand through his hair, tugging a little as he looked toward the sky as if he believed in divine inspiration. "This is what he never understood. The press is always going to be there because of the big battles, both the ones on a battlefield and the ones in the conference room. Learning to work with them, to...not let them interfere, but to compromise and give them a little so they give you a little, that was something he never did. He would go on rants about why couldn't they just leave him alone, that he'd never asked for this. And, I get it. He, you, didn't ask to be the Chosen One any more than we asked to be your kids. But, after the war? When you were just 'doing what was right'? When you kept doing what you're doing? When he became Head Auror? When you chose to become Minister here? That was a choice. Neither of you have to do what you do, even if you feel that it's right. But, you choose to do it. And with that choice come consequences and obligations. I was born to a certain level of privilege because of who you are and I learned to accept that at a young age because choosing his way, trying to pretend like none of that exists and I can 'fix things' in a vacuum? That will drive you insane." Or to drink. A lot.
"I'm not trying to make things any more complicated than they already are," he finished. "You just don't want to deal with it, so you choose not to see the complications that are going to smack you in the face as soon as you approach the rest of the world."