The Tragic Life

The tragic life is easily disappointed.  The tragedy never takes place, yet life is left at a seemingly slower and less dramatic pace, which can easily be misconstrued as boredom.  Prior to the let down, thoughts of "what if...." envelope the mind, and paranoia is sure to ensue.  Is it better to invent ridiculously magical scenarios merely to become fearful and discontented, or to live without a wild and curious imagination?