Tragic Grandeur

     Life offers limitless opportunities, but at a cost. I can win a million dollars, I can have a dream car, have a husband and kids, but still be bare the mark of the lowly daughter of man, the one who walks in darkness upon my head.

     Tragic Grandeur is when the castle you built is really a cage, the finery and lavish surrounds are just mere lining for your cage, the smiling husband or spouse that loves you endlessly is probably banging his mistress who is half your age. The wonderful children if they are yours, if you are capable of having them are probably pity you and fear they will follow in your footsteps because there is nothing you can give them but your curse. As for the money, cheap thrill mean nothing if you have a broken heart (check out the song by Adam Marano).

     There was a time I felt I had the world in my grasp, I had the wind at my shoulders fear underfoot and the road of life offered me endless options, but realistically thinking I am me, a nobody, a curse, a disease (and probably going to live to be 101 years old just because I don't want to live any more) to fellow man. All the hard work, the hours of labor I thought would pay off seemed like it was working, but no I was halted in my tracks, my dreams only 1 inch away from me was snatched out of my hands, cut to pieces by a sharp tongue and died.

     Life isn't worth the effort, even if you build your empire, how will you sleep at night, will it be conformably or will it be spent worrying someone will take it over? No matter how good something it, it has a dark side. Take love for instance; I fall in love only to fall out of it feeling unwanted and berated and that is true, but I don't want to have it thrown in my face.

So as you sit on your ass, reading this page ask yourself these questions:
 

Are you happy?

and

How will you sleep tonight?

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