A few nights ago I was camping. I woke up during the night to rain inside my tent; and a lot of water got in right, you could have easily made a cup of tea with it. I remember just laying there, staring at the roof, and thinking why do such bad things happen to good people. I eventually came to terms with my pain and went back to sleep. This reminded me of Nietzsche who once wrote; all that exists in this world is both just and unjust and equally justified in both. Now you may accuse me of trying to turn something stupid like a little hole in a tent into divine truth, yet it’s very true. A lot of evil has happened in the world this week, and although I like to think I know the difference between good and evil, who am I to judge? Yet with that virtue of compassion that I’ve chosen to adopt, it’s a little hard to ignore what’s going on. Looking at things this way, perhaps just being alive, being part of the human condition and story, is both a burden and blessing at the same time; something beautiful yet very harsh, almost like a comic-tragedy. As for whether it’s a comedy or a tragedy, I’m told it’s in the way you look at things; like trying to charm a beautiful girl, it’s not what you say but the way you say it. If that’s true then I choose comedy with a whole lot of tragedy along the way to keep things in balance, a divine comedy perhaps.
Photo taken in Kashmir, India