The tragedy of life can be shortened by weight. For example, we say that a load has fallen over our shoulders. We carry this pregnancy. We bear it or do not endure it and wrestle with it, and in the end, either we lose or we win. But what happened with Sabina exactly? nothing. She separated from a man because she was willing to separate him. Is it after that? Have you tried to take revenge? no. Its tragedy is not the tragedy of weight, but the tragedy of the lightness and the pregnancy that fell over it was not a load, but rather the unbearable lightness.
by ميلان كونديرا
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The passage discusses the concept of life's burdens and how they can shape our experiences. It suggests that carrying a significant weight can lead to a profound struggle where we either prevail or succumb to the challenges we face. This struggle is a central part of life, offering depth and meaning to our existence. In this context, the character Sabina is highlighted. Unlike the typical burden of tragedy, her experience is characterized by a lack of significant weight. She separates from a man not out of necessity or turmoil but rather from a desire for independence.

Sabina's situation reflects the notion of "unbearable lightness," where her choices lack the heaviness that typically accompanies serious decisions or conflicts. Instead of seeking revenge or grappling with deep emotional consequences, she embraces a sense of freedom that strips away the weight of her actions. Thus, her tragedy lies not in the heaviness of existence but in the lightness that allows her to move through life without the burden of deep emotional attachment or conflict.

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