When the Ticks Slow Down
Time.
It’s so very precious.
You can’t get more. Spend it well.
No do-overs.
Inarguably, life’s greatest commodity.
Not to be confused with someone’s life expectancy.
You don’t learn its importance until the hourglass is half full, and you realize it’s time to do something that leaves your mark.
You try not to panic.
As the days start to speed by and it’s already June 3, 2025.
You try to do something that says you were here.
Try as you might, time wins the fight.
Waking up at the crack of dawn. Or staying up half the night. Or are you a little bit of both. Barely any sleep at all as you hang on for dear life.
It’s an abstract concept. You can’t touch time. You can’t grab it and squeeze it and shake it and make it slow down.
Time has a quiet strength.
So you go hard.
And try to forget.
But then, by chance, you find the present moment.
And you stay there as often as you can. To witness time.
The present.
Can it bend reality?
Does it slow down so we can bear witness.?
Where there is no past, and there is no future.
It’s just you and one tick of the clock.
Thanks so much for reading!
Reading your poem made me think of the Bible verse that says life is but a vapor. Many of us take time for granted. Feeling that each day is a guarantee rather than a blessing from God. Like you mentioned in your poem, some get up early or are night owls. How are we utilizing that time? Are we working to better ourselves? Are we mindlessly scrolling? Are we wallowing in the things that haven't happened in our lives yet instead of practicing thankfulness?
Thanks for sharing and nicely written poem!
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