On Green Library’s entrance, there is a statue of Victor Huge. I was pretty young when first read his famous novel “Les Misérables”. It struck me so hardly that I was depressed for a long time. How could life be so tragic without any light of hope?
As I grow up, all the fairy tales I used to believe in collapse and I realize, we don’t need to live in Hugo’s time to experience tragedy. It is just everywhere and for everyone. When you are in lower class, you face the misery depicted in Hugo’s novels, hopeless struggles to simply survive in the dirty world. When you are upper class, you experience the situations in Leo Tolstoy, shallow, directionless, and indulge with meaningless luxury without ways to get out. I find out I seldom see people who are genuine happy and content, but instead, the majority I met are anxious and suffered in one kind or another.
But we seem to like that. I used to wonder, why the ancient Greeks love tragedies instead comedies, why all the great literature is all about suffering, why painters and movie produces are tireless in depicting suffering. Are we really obsessed with tragedy?
Arthur Schopenhauer gives us an explanation, because of our unique sensation. Everything that obstructs, crosses, or opposes our will, and thus everything unpleasant and painful is felt by us immediately, at once, and very plainly. Just as we don’t feel the health of our whole body, but only the small spot where the shoe pinches, so we do not think of all our affairs that are going on perfectly well, but only of some insignificant trifle that annoys us.
In that sense, we are cursed to be miserable, we are living for the experience of suffering. Still, not only most of life is suffering, we like to watch suffering, fabricate it or image it through art. Why?
Maybe compared with comedy, compared with pleasure, tragedy is more of life. Most of the tragedy in literature is clash of human wills with fate. It involves a long struggle for the hero to take over his life, make his own decision and aspire for something great. It fails, but it is also inspiring. That is why we love tragedy. It ultimately shows, we as human beings, are trying, deliberately exercising our will power, even realizing the failure.In the 5th century B.C.E.,the classical Greek writers thought that facing tragedy was a healthy and necessary anecdote to human foolishness. It taught humans to know themselves. From my personal experience, I feel tragedy helps purify my soul and arouses the empathy for others.
Isn’t that better than passively accept everything and being content?