How To Write Live Like a Goblin about Tragedy

I’ve found a post that is more than just the tale of a famous writer and his son. It had me thinking about how I perceive things that happen. 

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the goblin remembered kipling’s son, and how in the great war the son had used a pseudonym to hide that he was the famous author’s son, and then when he died he was buried along with the other soldiers while his father spent his whole life trying to find out what happened, only to die without the answer, and then years later, the record turned up the exact grave of kipling’s son completing the tragic story, “…now, had the son lived, or if the father had found the record, there would be no tragedy here, tragedy needs the sense of injustice to be tragic then…” ventured the goblin at it

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Do you agree? Is there only tragedy when we feel a sense of injustice?

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5 thoughts on “How To Write Live Like a Goblin about Tragedy

  1. (“…see humans, how I too have those moments of normalcy now…” ventured the goblin at what he had written there, then adding “…this blogworld is such fun, but how do I get you humans to talk to me, no not for my sake, I mean I’ll never step out of my anonymity here, but it would have nice to converse with you in our time remaining…”, and with that the goblin just thanked the mouse again, alas there never seemed enough hours in the day to hew one’s posts to a coffee in the bistro then )

    • (“…yes, often a misfortune turns tragic in the light of the injustice of it…” repeated the goblin thanking Harlqueen for her company here, and then continuing “…for example, when an old person at the end of their life dies, it’s unfortunate indeed, yes but quite understandable too, and yet, when a child at the beginning of their life dies, even if we clearly understand that nobody has any more life than anyone else, it just seems so unfair, or unjust, or just plain tragic then…”)

    • (“…me too, I don’t think anyone is disagreeing here…” smiled the goblin suspecting too, that awareness and happiness just seemed to be a tradeoff

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