What if: Privation or Sitcom?

What if our small privation is more on the order of a situation comedy than complete and abject suffering?

What if the telling of our story brings joy in the seeing it from a different perspective?

What if all pain is not only and solely pain, but secret joy and hidden mirth?

What if the line between tragedy and comedy is sometimes like the obverse of a coin?

What if the obverse is revealed through time?

What if the obverse is revealed through eternity?