With his hands alone, the clock moves. He does not look around to see where the rest of the world is going. He keeps moving forward. He relies only on himself. He does not forget where he started. He does not know where he will end. And he does not care. He keeps moving forward. He does not know fear. He takes it second by second and then minute by minute. He does not worry about where he will be tomorrow. He keeps moving forward. He knows not of standstills. He does not frustrate. He does not dwell on mistakes. He keeps moving forward. The clock does not lose time. He does not waste time. He never quits. He keeps moving forward.
It has been quite some time since I last wrote. Life has a way of happening, no matter what. And while it pulled me in directions I never realized I would end up going, here I am. Rediscovering myself and my love for words. In the moments where the words lacked, I learned. And as the time moved forward, so did I. Searching for words in new places.
2018. Happy New Year. Many people embrace the new year. Counting down the minutes to a clean slate, making resolutions and promises to themselves and to others. I learned something else this New Years Eve. Staring at the clock reminded me so much of myself in everyday life, spending time standing still and watching the time keep moving. Getting caught up in mistakes and things I have yet to accomplish. But, I have decided to keep moving forward. Pursuing the things that have done nothing but fill my mind. Making the changes that have been nothing more than ideas. No promises, no resolutions, no need to know where I am going just the desire to keep on keeping on.
Life is short, so they say. Time is relative. Make the time, take the time. Don’t just watch the clock, be the clock.