Why does death have to be tragic? Death cannot be a tragedy. Only life can. For the person’s life who ended, that is it. An end to all negative. For those experiencing unsurmountable suffering, death is something to look forward to. Something to celebrate. At that glorious moment, you will neither feel pain nor have to dread feeling it ever again. You will not wake up tomorrow to cry over your corpse. To lament the “waste of life.” You will be absent. Life with have no emotional strings to pull. You will not be fate’s pain puppet anymore.
Take Romeo and Juliet. Not from the store unless you hate not being in jail, but put it in your mind. The tale is considered one of the great tragedies of the ages. But for whom? Romeo and Juliet wilk not experience the pangs of missing each other. They will not face the hardships of a world against them. They are not around to discover the irony of their situation or think how it might have gone differently if not for that dumb friar. So who experuences the woes of this despairing drama? Why, only us! Only the audience. Only the ones left behind are able to scream “God dammit” and throw the book across the room. The two lovers are spared.
I have been walking around chanting “I get to die soon.” And it has been incredibly liberating. All my problems and concerns will not have to be dealt with by me any longer. I will gladly leave this world to those who can enjoy it. The only despair comes when I look back. Or when I imagine ‘what could have been.’ But what an absolute waste of time and emotional energy that is! The past cannot be changed and if I could make a desireable future possible, I would. But I cannot. So I have chosen the “no thanks” button and I am just patiently waiting for my chariot to swing low.
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Romeo and Juliet was tragic because they had a “special attraction,” which would certainly have resulted in countless priceless experiences together, if not for the interference of other people. People did not allow them to embrace what they cherished, and left them only the options of either suffer their entire lives, or die to cease it. They ended up with both! They were tormented by others preventing what should have been awesome, and then killed themselves anyway, instead of being allowed to embrace that which life only allows but a rare few to experience.
It’s not tragic that they died; it’s tragic that they were not allowed to live in love, even when they found it. The whole point of the suicides, is that they both agreed that a life without each other was an even worse prospect than death.
The tragedy is then compounded by the fact that they actually could have pulled it off, against all odds, if not for a few critical mistakes.
They thought there was no hope, and then there was a chance for a way, and then it got ruined and they died anyway.