The prime of your life is for making mistakes, right? There's also something in there about learning from them, but I don't have that part down at all. All my chronicled mistakes. They are the same. Same source. Same actors that merely put on different masks during intermission. Same climax. And of course, same dénouement. The unraveling is so familiar I can see in my mind's eye how strings will fall away from the ball before it even rolls from me.
It used to be a very gung-ho process. Learn from this non-learning. A great tagline. There's even something vaguely socratic about it. How perfect. How appropriate. Then all the lessons, all the hope, self-destructs by the next act, the same way the plotlines do. You want tragedy? It's not a will vs. fate thing. It's not a fall from nobility thing. It's a refusal to change thing. Not because the gods are preventing you--in fact, nothing is barring you from the way out--but because something about yourself (ignorance? obstinacy? masochistic tendencies?) roots you to this theater that is ablaze. It's something simultaneously manipulable and not at all. It's embers fueled by tears. You want tragedy?
Come into the flames.
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