In Principio...

...In The Beginning...
Those three words, more than just seeming common, give meaning to the concept of time. As finite beings, we live every facet of our physical life in time, and time takes its toll on us. In time we were young and younger, but in that same time, we grow old and older. Once one is born, their time starts counting, and everyone loses on time, but no one ever gains one it. It ticks away our youth, our innocence, our life, etc. and it never stops to wait for weary minds and tired feet. We are dragged along in time, sometimes in the mud of pains and penury, lack and sorrow. We have our joys though, but these are so short-lived as if time tends to quicken its steps when we rejoice, and then when we mourn, it comes back to 'slow and steady'. Maybe that is not so, however one can also ask why time's pace appears to be slow, yet it travels even faster than light. Yes, it's worth our thought, even for a while.
Most times, man's life begins with crying; most times too, it ends with crying, with a few moments of intermittent acts of laughter and smiles appearing here and there, in betwixt. If this then doesn't give us the meaning of Tragedy, then I don't know what else will. Our life here is a tragedy, but only in a sense. When seen and evaluated from the point of view of the one who lives, then life doesn't escape that 'tragic' label. However, from a third person's view-point, the best life can be is a comedy with a few ounce of tragedy to give taste, or else, your life experience might be someone else's comic show. Again, time is involved, and we always live as if our whole existence depends on it. Our joys and sorrows mean nothing to Time. It just ticks and ticks, unaffectionately, bereft of sympathy. 
...To be continued...


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