Sometimes I witness the comedies of life, and sometimes the tragedies; it is the tragedies that move me most profoundly. While many become pessimistic due to life's misfortunes, I believe that the very value of life lies in these tragedies. If our world were perfect, human existence would either be as monotonous as that of the gods or as dull as that of animals. If everything were flawless, there would be no room for hope, nor any necessity to strive. The greatest joy in life comes from the sensation of action and the gratification of successful struggle. If the world were already perfect, how could we ever experience the thrill of creation? It is precisely because the world is imperfect that there is hope, opportunity, and room for imagination. In other words, imperfection provides the world with endless possibilities.
Tragedy is, in essence, a flaw in the human experience. It is like a surging wave that brings dignity to the mundane and brilliance to the darkness. Had Jing Ke truly assassinated Qin Shi Huang, or had Lin Daiyu married Jia Baoyu, their stories would have ended in mediocrity. They would not have left such an enduring legacy for generations to lament and admire. Even a genius like Li Bai, if he had lived a life without struggle, would have been unremarkable. A life without tragedy is not truly a life; to erase these flaws would only make existence dull and uninteresting. Therefore, whether in the spotlight or in the shadows, I view failure and hardship with a calm eye and a heart full of appreciation.