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The world's greatest tragedy? Maybe it's when someone you used to talk to, for hours on end, someone you used to be so close to, someone you used to love; disappears. Possibly it's when you give up on yourself, when you laze about, resigned to a miserable fate, resigned to little but sighing and crying; surrender. It could be when a child cries, for a lost mother, for father, brother, sister, anything, for innocence fading and reality suffocating; discovery of sin. Whatever the case, whatever one thinks is truly the most sorrowful event to take place, I know which one is mine. Not to lose a love, not to acquiesce to fate, not a child learning of the wicked; though indeed they nearly head the list. No, for me, for anyone, the worst: to lose who you are. Not just surrendering it, or death, nothing so dramatic or even close to sudden. I speak of a gradual shift, and not growth, for that is a happy occurrence. No, letting your identity slip, slowly, over time - allowing events in your life, or the forces of eternity, or, most insidiously, other people, to shape how you react, think, and speak; such is tantamount to spiritual suicide. I wouldn't wish it upon the worst scum of the earth, for the simple thought of it hangs heavy on my heart. So stand fast, friends, for you alone dictate your core; you alone can choose to die either a pawn of the pressures that surround you, or actually yourself, in the flesh and soul.

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The world's greatest tragedy? Maybe it's when someone you used to talk to, for hours on end, someone you used to be so close to, someone you used to love; disappears. Possibly it's when you give up on yourself, when you laze about, resigned to a miserable fate, resigned to little but sighing and crying; surrender. It could be when a child cries, for a lost mother, for father, brother, sister, anything, for innocence fading and reality suffocating; discovery of sin. Whatever the case, whatever one thinks is truly the most sorrowful event to take place, I know which one is mine. Not to lose a love, not to acquiesce to fate, not a child learning of the wicked; though indeed they nearly head the list. No, for me, for anyone, the worst: to lose who you are. Not just surrendering it, or death, nothing so dramatic or even close to sudden. I speak of a gradual shift, and not growth, for that is a happy occurrence. No, letting your identity slip, slowly, over time - allowing events in your life, or the forces of eternity, or, most insidiously, other people, to shape how you react, think, and speak; such is tantamount to spiritual suicide. I wouldn't wish it upon the worst scum of the earth, for the simple thought of it hangs heavy on my heart. So stand fast, friends, for you alone dictate your core; you alone can choose to die either a pawn of the pressures that surround you, or actually yourself, in the flesh and soul.