Tragedy
People often think of Death as Tragedy. The idea that death is the end prevails most thought processes. The end of someone’s life is seemingly the saddest thing most people can think of. It truly doesn’t matter what the age, race or economic standing is, it’s all a huge Tragedy. If a person finds themselves within Death’s realm, whether they were a “good person, great humanitarian or too young to go” its thought of as even more Tragic.
For me, Death isn’t the Tragedy. Death is the beginning of another adventure. Death isn’t the end. It’s where you meet up with old friends and get caught up on the latest news of other old friends. It’s a place where you are most revered. People always revere the dead.
I think Tragedy is having the opportunity at a life and wasting it. Tragedy is being a young person at the tender age of 12 or 13 and making the choice to squander your gift of life. I am aware that addiction is a disease. But how do you know you have it unless you try the drug; why risk it? Why waste this immense opportunity on a fix? Not everyone is born healthy and able. When you are one of the fortunate ones to have a healthy and able life, it behooves you to use it wisely.
Tragedy is a 12 or 13 year old living life in a substance induced fog; not realizing how much time is passing by and how their 12 or 13 year old self is now 23.
Looking in the mirror now at 23 wondering where has the time gone. Desperately trying to make up for lost time. All the while feeling the need for love and connection. Trying to be as “normal” as they can to fit in. Trying to get a job at the local Target, dressing like the others. Desperate to learn the ways of a 23 year old.
Everyone around knows the truth. They all look her and think “there goes Tragedy”.
Death is not the tragedy. The tragedy happens when this now 23 year old can’t get rid of the insatiable hunger for love. Looking for it in all the wrong places. Drugs are no longer fun, cool nor hip. It’s become a numbing source now. Erasing the empty feelings associated with life.
23 year old Tragedy is now 29 years old. Sleeping around; being sexually promiscuous. All in the name of finding love. Tragedy is now a full blown lost opportunity for life. Looking in the mirror unable to recognize who the reflection is. Wondering where their 12 or 13 year old self went. Trying so hard to capture that person in the reflection. Nothing is familiar.
Tragedy is often sick when drugs are not available. Even when drugs are available, Tragedy is often sick. Hair thinning, clothes sagging and a waxy complexion. All traits of a former life are no where to be found. Tragedy steals, lies and deceives all in the name of love. The one constant that has given such a euphoric feeling of everlasting love has been tragedy. That is true love. Tragedy never disappoint, always providing that numbing quality to pain. Nothing has ever compared to it.
Tragedy is a stranger. Nothing is what they thought life would be. Prostituting for a fix, not enough clients. Everyone but Tragedy can see the sickness oozing from the pores. But Tragedy is defiant and will not give up on love.
Death is not a tragedy.
