Have you ever sat waiting for something or someone with tingling fingers and toes—your heart screaming for room? The clock keeps you company while at the same time antagonizes you under its control? You feel sorry for yourself that you’ve given so much attention to an object, and begin to move about to take your mind off the original obsession. The clock is just the medium for a scientific way of flowing one moment into the next.
Time tricks us into thinking nothing is happening while it withdrawals from our life account—deposits don’t exist. We keep time in our daily lives, a friend we unconsciously rely on. I don’t mind playing the waiting game with time on my ‘hands’. I’ve walked with time as I got my college degree. I used time wisely and at moments, wanted to deposit some time into my account. It felt like time stood still when death visited my family, and sprinted when my birthdays came around. I’ve accepted time as a friend—to walk with me through good times and bad.
The ticking of the clock is the rhythm of our lives, and I hope this rhythm ticks on for a long time with the love of my life.