Tragedies can, and will, teach you a lot of things. Like acceptance, grieving, compassion, and love. Always gratifying, though exhausting. Always.
Why is it that we're groomed to be empathetic? It's like that movie The Invention Of Lying. Who made this shit up, because it's clear that lying has become a game of role play. I mean, I'd like to imagine that at some point in history everybody was so truthful and chill, and some random dunce fucked it up. Asshole.
If I'm like, "Yeah my mom passed away a couple summers ago," I'd rather you say, "That's shitty. How are you handlin that?"