A Comedy of Tragedies (A Reflection and Introspection of My Life)

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I was thinking about life, and how we use it and abuse it, and how each life is but a comedy of tragedies.

A COMEDY OF TRAGEDIES

(A Reflection and Introspection of My Life)

By Al Garcia

Life is but a comedy of tragedies.  One moment filled with the ecstasy and rapture of triumph and fulfillment, the next pervaded with the heartbreak and perversion of self-indulgent and impulsive destruction and desperation. 

One moment we are creating great masterpieces of art and structure that beguiles and stimulates the mind, the next we are scheming, deceiving and devising weapons of mass destruction to obliterate and annihilate the entire human race. 

It is the laughter and the tears, the pleasure and the sorrow, and the serenity and the rage, that defines the state of mind of mad men and of romantics.  We are of one mind that attempts to simultaneously protect and deceive, build and destroy, and still, some wonder why we wallow in the waste of disconcerted and discarded thoughts that bring us to the brink. 

To walk at Arlington, and see the fields of stolen dreams, one can feel the guilt and sorrow, and sense the absurdity of fating lives without reason, without cause, to die in vain, for what in the end are inconsequential notions, and insignificant convictions without confidence or certainty.  Endless rows of lifeless souls, resulting from a comedy of errors, blunders and miscalculations, turned into a tragedy of consequences without justification. 

To stroll through the Louvre Museum, and see the world’s most famous works of art, including the Mona Lisa, Venus-de-Milo and the Great Sphinx of Tanis, is to experience the splendor of human beauty, culture and imagination at its zenith, a contradiction of the human instinct to conquer, control, defeat, and destroy. 

We have become Shakespearian characters in our reality play.  Our lives a tapestry of improbable and complex plots, intertwined with characters of villainy and virtue, and subplots of love and hate, surprises and treachery.  A comedy of errors that too many times, despite the intervention of logic and practicality, ends tragically and wretchedly, and with finality. 

We are a contradiction in motion.  Good and evil waging war within the body and soul.  And, more often than not, the worst in us, and of us, triumphs over the noble and virtuous fragments of our human conscience and psyche.

And we glorify the beauty and magnificence of our achievements and our creations, and we exalt and extol our inhumanity, ruthlessness and heartlessness, with monuments to war, and to victories and defeats.  Victories or defeats, transposable.  Endless lists of names and dates, carved into cold marble slabs – the insignificance of human life.

And when the curtain falls on a comedy of tragedies, so too the laughter and the tears, the pleasure and the sorrow, and the serenity and the rage. 


Submitted: October 01, 2021

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