Tragic flaws

It was in that moment, 

Sitting in my car,

With the seat reclined all the way back,

And sad music blaring in the background,

That I wondered if this was my great destiny.

If being so tragically sad, while attempting to be so happy, was the path etched out for me in the skyline before I took my first breath?

In that moment, I wondered if the world was laughing at the irony of my life.

The happy girl who was drowning in sadness.

What I fool I must be to the world, reaching for something that was never destined to be mine.

But the world has always loved tragic fools.

They always make history.

Brutus, Romeo and Juliet, Hercules, Hector.

They have been painted in the stars, 

memorialized. Remembered.

Their stories last for centuries, inspring  tears from many with their tale of woe.

All these heroes falling tragically to one fatal flaw.

And I realized mine was caring a little too much.

What a fool I am, insisting on tragedy.

Battling my destiny written in the skyline, insisting to be happy.

But we all know how these tragic stories end up...so let me say, that in the end, the tragedy was worth it.

Because although my heart bleeds from caring too much, it still beats.