I remember when I was in high school, in some time my chest was oppressed, I felt that my legs carried a great weight; meanwhile my head was a disaster, my hands were cold, pale, shaky, I was unable to sustain the look and when I did it, my eyes only reflected hate and sometimes, a deep sadness. I thought that my misery was incomparable.

Some day, I was walking by the street toward nowhere like always, with my head low and tight fists inside the bags of my sweatshirt, then, I saw in a wall: “the only good thing of pain, it's that I realize I'm alive” In that moment, I knew that I was not the only human being in agony.  A couple months later, came to me a very interesting book: Sentimiento Trágico de la Vida (Tragic Sense of Life)

Miguel de Unamuno, Spanish philosopher wrote: “nobody has demonstrated that man must be happy by nature” Will be true? I don’t know for sure, but I guess that some pain it’s necessary in our life. Almost as medicine, in dose precise and controlled
   
We all suffer: “The man of flesh and bone, who born, suffers and dies -but above all, dies- who eats and drinks and plays and sleeps and thinks; the man who sees him self and hears him self, the brother, the true brother”  According to Unamuno, the pain creates awareness of man, conscience of him self. It is not enough to cure the plague; we need to know how to cry it. “Yes, we must be able to mourn! And perhaps this is the supreme wisdom” The tragic sense of life, which leads behind a whole conception of the universe and life itself. That feeling they can have, and they have, not only individual men, but entire nations. And that sentiment, rather than arise from ideas, determines the ideas. It is in tragedy that the most fundamental questions of existence are repeatedly raised. Then we ask: why am I here? Has any sense my life? And why do we have these questions?  Miguel Unamono said that it’s because man wants immortality, we don’t want to leave this world altogether. Maybe that's why I feel a little shiver when I still hear that little verse from Freddie Mercury: “Mama, I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all…” The tragic sense demands its argument with truth.

“The world according to the tragic vision is a place in which values and rationality are justifiably sought, but not necessarily found” (Richard L. Rubens, Ph.D, Psychoanalysis and The Tragic Sense Of Life)

Sometimes, in order to feel the tragedy it’s necessary to feel the emptiness, I mean, the sense of voracity that eats slowly any hope, the despair that definitely embraces devotions and devastates faiths, sometimes, inexorably, there is the feeling that human life is more meaningful because of the tragedy than joy. Why?