Tragedies grip us because they mirror the raw, unfiltered truths of life—loss, suffering, and the fragility of human plans. Take 'Romeo and Juliet' or 'The Song of Achilles'; their endings aren’t just sad for shock value. They force us to confront how love, pride, or fate can unravel despite our best efforts. There’s a strange comfort in that, like sharing a collective sigh with the characters.
What fascinates me is how tragedies linger. Days after finishing 'No Longer Human', I kept circling back to Dazai’s despair—not because I enjoy pain, but because it felt eerily familiar. The sadness isn’t arbitrary; it’s the price of authenticity. When a story refuses to sugarcoat reality, it etches itself into your bones.