I'm sorry MODx, it’s you, not me. I know I got the old cliche backwards, but it's the painful truth. We met so long ago when you were a fresh-faced youth still in Evo beta. Oh you had so much potential, and then you graduated to Revo, and I realized I was fully in love.
Yes, there were rocky times along the way, and I occasionally questioned our relationship, but I stayed true. You grew ever more refined, for a while, and I defended you from the naysayers. I introduced you to all of my clients along the way - you were a big hit at office parties. You even had a fan base growing, and that gave me so much hope for your future celebrity. I hyped you up every chance I got.
But the good times started to fade little by little. You started to let yourself go just a bit. Your leaps and bounds forward became hops, and then shuffles. Those clothes you wore that were all the rage 10 years ago, now look dated and frankly, old fashioned. You became stuck in a rut and didn't know how to get out. All but your most dedicated admirers and fans started drifting away, one by one.
It was about that time when one of my clients made it a requirement that I start working with another major star in the industry. Oh how I vowed never to sell my soul to the "establishment", but what was I going to do? When you are faced with the decision to go the way of the Dodo through irrelevancy, or move forward with the changing times, you have to evolve. Unfortunately, I couldn't take you with me. Even though you promised so many times to change, you simply got stuck in the sands of a bygone era.
After a while, I started to realize that I actually liked working with the upstart. I held on to preconceived notions for so long, I never realized that the upstart was actually very talented, just raw and unrefined. But what a ceiling! And now, I once again feel that enjoyment and hope that goes along with progressive enhancement. I was suddenly amidst a large cadre of like-minded people that worked toward the betterment of the future, rather than simply trying to patch the missteps of the past.
I still visit you now and then, hoping, praying for some sign that you are ready to shed your crusty old shell and move into modern times. Some of my clients still even have contracts with you, simply because they are too invested to move on. But this is it, this is my breakup letter. From this point forward, I can see no reason left to use you for projects, when you just weigh me down like an anchor. Destined to become another relic of a lost golden age, like a Zeppelin or Steam Locomotive - beautiful and advanced for that era, but too intertwined with the technology of the day to move forward. A forgotten novelty, gathering dust and cobwebs in the annals of an obscure textbook.
So, if and when you decide that irrelevancy isn't your color, and you are ready to join the modern world, please look me up. I'll always be waiting, hoping that you can make the impossible leap back to relevancy. But every time I look to the sky, I still don't see great dirigibles ferrying people to their destination. When I look to the ugly, modern trains, they all still belch oily, black smoke from diesel engines. No, those amazing machines are lost to an era of magic and hope, just like you. Goodbye MODx, but I must move on. I'll miss you.