Life is sweet and we cling to it, but it’s entirely possible that humans won’t make the evolutionary cut. Would this be tragic? No. Well we know that nothing lasts. Therein lies the sweetness.
In preparation for Jon Stewart’s opening monologue, his team of comedy writers would scan the front pages of that morning’s newspapers. They called this exercise “our daily cup of sadness.”
It is either the funniest or the saddest thing I’ve ever heard: “I’ll try to do better.” This is failure announcing itself. They make television comedies out of trying. It’s ego’s swagger stick.
Every one of us is going to die soon. It could be five minutes from now. “And the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.”
Death is not a tragedy—unless birth is.
No one is born tragically.