We imagine tragedy to be an insatiable pain arisen due to a horrible incident, yet our lives are filled with immense tragedy which we hide behind everyday living, in those facebook posts or those Instagram photos, It's a facade, I envy those who are truly happy, or can fake happiness well to themselves and the world. The recent reading of the book "The Monk who sold his Ferrari" hints that the path to enlightenment and true bliss is through a balanced growth of body, mind and soul. Yet many literary geniuses suggest that humans are addicted to tragedy. I write this during a vacation summer's night, comfortably in my blanket, peacefully in solitude, with properly satisfied hunger and feeling fully secure in my room. I am not sure what I am missing or owning which object in the world can ameliorate the quench I feel for this emptiness, please don't think I am depressed, I am actually quite happy at this moment, I have wonderful friends and family in a different c...
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