Why I Always Romanticized the Word “Tragic”


I remember being 13 and wanting to be miserable. 

You know the saying, “misery loves company”? 

Misery loves familiarity. And romanticizing tragedy was so aligned with my state at that time. I needed tragic to be romantic so I could feel a sense of worth. 

There was something about the skinny, miserable, cigarette smoking girls I would see in movies that was glamorous to me. It was like validation. But I wasn’t looking at the big picture. I was looking to feel comfortable, instead of getting UNcomfortable and completely changing my state. 

My perspective was looking across the floorboards to find loose change under couches, instead of standing up and seeing the entire room. My view was low and targeted, instead of vast and abundant. 

This was very reminiscent of the 8 of Swords. Blindfolded and bound, unaware of the way out that was right in front of me at the time. Tragedy wasn’t the answer, opening my eyes was. 

I needed to see the World. I needed to view the fulfillment you can achieve by waking up. I couldn’t feel whole without getting out of my own head. And once I did, the magic happened. 

If this sounds like you, and you love tragedy, and negativity follows you, it’s time to step back. Every time you feel down, think of your mental state. You are your own prisoner; you can open the cell at any time. Get out of your head, and stay witchy ( *)

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