We imagine the drama in our life as being unlike any other person’s drama. Our tragedy is far greater. Hurts more. Our problems are far more devastating that the next person’s. But is our drama so different? Or has the same type of dramas, uncertainty, or hardships always been part of life? Has there always been danger in the environment, and people who do bad things to others?
If so, then, is this then the human experience? How do you explain the feeling that your drama is worse than another person’s?