Somewhere something is missing, in such times I am better
unattended handling myself. Rooms empty, sitting between walls, a vacuum in and
around me. It’s just a house, don't feel home anymore. I crashed on the couch
breaking my tire, eyes wandering around. A clock hung on the wall and for no
reason my sight fixed to it. I kept starring at it, no wink, and no break that
I didn't watch the time but the details of it.
It looked to me a circle and hands moving round the circle continuously.
They say life is a circle, a routine you and I have to run no matter what, like
the hands of a clock. Some run the short hand and some run the long hand,
running behind priorities in different pace. It looks they are on their own
taking directions but is that how the design is?
I kept starring at it, so into it that something whizzes in my
ears, "tick tick". There he is, second hand, the driving factor. We
might run behind our priorities but love and care for each other is the force
driving us. It brings us close to each other despite what our priorities or differences
are. Without a second hand neither of the other hands run, stands still out of
the race.
Sometimes we run so much blind folded, forgetting the love and
care that exists. A clock has its purpose so do we. The whole design is to
support, share and care for each other helping our run but often mistaken for a
self run. No one is on own, a push when we stop is all we need.
A clock will stop having its hands run so long and tired. The
distance we create taking our paths draws us to an end loosing track lacking the
catalyst. Clock has key to start it over, we have love to keep us going. A push
when we stop is all we need, in my case the clock as such acts an external push
keying in these thoughts.
Everything here is for a purpose, the clocks to tick the right time. It ticks 12'o clock having all hands together, eventually I sense my purpose.
