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01/26/25 The Tragic Comedy

Writer's picture: Wasib JamilWasib Jamil

Updated: Jan 29

Funny how it works. You can want nothing but happiness for someone yet somewhere deep inside, you know they may never find it while you’re still a part of their world. It sucks. It’s the age-old dichotomy of short-term versus long-term happiness, the cornerstone of this tragic comedy we call life.


Why is everything in life a tradeoff? Why does every path we walk demand that we give up something crucial along the way? It’s like nature designed life to be a zero-sum game —except the house always wins. You don’t just lose things; you’re cursed with the consciousness to feel that loss every single moment. And here’s the kicker: the same deprivation, the same void, creates two wildly different reactions depending on which side of it you’re on.


One person grieves the loss, cursing fate, questioning everything. Meanwhile, the other clings to the memory, cherishing it, even if it was fleeting. One heart breaks over what’s gone; the other finds solace in the fact that it ever existed. That’s the paradox we’re stuck with; this maddeningly poetic tension between gain and loss, between wanting and letting go.


Maybe that’s the ultimate test of being human: resisting the desire to grasp happiness too tightly. Because here’s the cruel joke: once you finally hold it, once you taste the purest form of joy, you have to let it go. That’s just how it works. So what do we do? Do we stop wanting, stop loving, stop hoping just to avoid the inevitable pain of losing? Do we temper our hearts so we don’t grow too attached, so the loss doesn’t feel like it’s ripping us apart?


It’s a bitter irony. The more you love, the more it hurts. The deeper the happiness, the sharper the void when it’s gone. Life doesn’t let you have it both ways. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe the lesson isn’t in the holding or the losing but in learning to exist in the in-between. A limbo of sorts. In the fleeting, imperfect, messy middle where everything is temporary and yet, somehow, deeply meaningful.


It’s not fair. It’s not easy. But maybe that’s life. A tragic comedy of tradeoffs, where the only way to win is to accept the loss.



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