the tragedy of life

A story of a beautiful life,
𝐼𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒻𝑒?
A life without pain, all pure and bright,
𝐼𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂, 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉?

A life where only good resides,
𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈?
A life full of love, no tears to shed,
𝐼𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹?

𝒪𝓇 𝒹𝑜 𝓌𝑒 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓋𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓈,
𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓊𝓂𝓅𝒽𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓈?
From the bottom of our hearts, we seek
A life where we’re not so weak.

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𝕎𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣.
ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕.
ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜.
ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕.

So much potential, so much light,
yet we still fail to make it right.
And still, this world is dying
from the inside out.

And simply to mention it
besides all the world’s problems, there’s a cycle of traumatized individuals
and personality disorders like psychopathy.
A never-ending drama of disturbed, malignant souls.
But we celebrate the Joker.
when he finally fights for his rights as a “wounded” human being—
forgetting that he is a mass murderer.

There is so much suffering in this world.
But is it just part of life’s design?

Behind all of this – there is no one who has defieded death,
the greatest enemy of men. (1.Kor.15,26)

We have the power to bring men to their graves.
We kill. Is war simply the result of a battle over who is the best and strongest?
The survivor lasts— just a little longer than the other one.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

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Through Evolution we want to become the dominant species on this planet—
but it feels like a battle no one will win in the end.
We use love—
maybe to survive together,
a little longer, a little stronger.

Do we not have enough love to win this fight—
against death, against the night?
Or is there still too much selfishness and pride
to climb higher, side by side?
To love each other without killing?
To care—without the thrill of winning?

Are we not strong enough to rise and save ourselves?
Or do we lack team spirit
to pull us all out of the grave?

Perhaps we need to go to the root of the pain,
to see the full picture, not just the frame.
Do we just want to decide for ourselves,
what is good and what is wrong?
Each one drawing their own line,
each claiming to be divine.

Do we want to be our own god—
and the god of everyone else?

The separation—
from the opposite of death: Life.
A communion with the Creator of Life—
with the source of life without strife?

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𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞?
𝓘𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶?
𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧?
𝓘𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂?
𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭here’s only good?
𝓒𝓪𝓷 𝔀𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭?
𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢hout shadows or sin?
𝓘𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷?
𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 where we truly love 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?
𝓞𝓻 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝔀𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻?

𝐎𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐬?

𝓦𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓶 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽.

When we ask these questions,
we begin to see that we never really understood what they actually mean.
We are so used to live in this world
that an eternal life full of love seems unreal in the world we’ve seen.

Maybe it’s because this life is so cruel,
so we think it’s better when it ends.
Or maybe it’s just boring to us—not challenging enough.
We worship the drama in our lives —– seems like we’re addicted to it.
Yes, sometimes we even let evil remain—
so we can feel greater. While others stay in pain.

We fight and compare,
just to feel tall.
Just to claim
we’re better than them all.

True love feels far.
We feel it—then it fades like a scar.
𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞,
𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐧
𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞
𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 freely 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠.

But in the beginning,
we were created to receive and to share —
Not to prove we’re “good enough”
or pretend we care.

without selfishness, without jealousy,
without fear of rejection. (1 Cor. 13)
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

When we reflect on this concept of love—
is there any reason for evil to exist?
Do we really need the pain to fight for everything?

Love is the real answer we’ve never learned.

There was someone in this world.

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Who never fought
Spoke truth, healed wounds, reached down—
Powerless on this ground, yet with free will – weak like us, but steady still.
He chose the harder way. He walked toward the pain— not away.
Just to say:
I see you.
I feel it too.
I love you—
I always do.

(He chose suffering—
to identify with us,
just to prove—
despite of everything—
He loves us.)

He never screamed.
Never cursed.
Never fought back—
and still, He won.
With pierced hands
and a heart wide open.
He didn’t kill to prove power.
He died to prove love.

Why did He feel pain, if He never fought?
We fight against Him, just to be better than Him.
We want to be better than others— even better than God.
We think we know more about life
than the One who lived it right.

Maybe that’s why He was the only one who defeated death?
https://lisa-blog.at/resurrection/

But what is all of this?

So that good and evil may coexist—
and love is real, not just a twist.
Proven not by force or skill—
but through His and our free will?