A day in life of a wall-clock

clockySecond by second, directing our time

Minute by minute, constructing our experience

Hour by hour, shaping our lives

Have you ever wondered whether the pace of time is the same when you are awake and when you are  asleep? Do you think that time gets shrunk or it gets stretched when we are asleep? A wall-clock never rests. It always ticks just like our hearts, tirelessly working for our benefit. Maybe, the lack of self-awareness  is what makes our hearts and our wall clocks to tick without even a moment of rest. A clock does not have an ego. It does not question its purpose, its efficiency or effectiveness. It simply ticks as long as its battery provides the energy flow. This hard-working mechanism on our walls is blessed with being always in the moment, tick…tick…tick… For a clock, there is no past or future. Most often, we are not aware of its timid ticking, but we become terrifyingly aware of it during our sleepless nights. In night, when all other sounds disappear, its ticking becomes omnipresent. In morning, when we slowly arise from the unconscious, the ticking is only vaguely there, but it’s the time that becomes the most significant. While we hurry to get ready for our daily activities, a wall clock’s display is somewhat like traffic lights, constantly alarming us to get ready and go. While working, our piercing gaze strikes a clock so often that it might create a hole in it, all in hope that its needles will move faster. In afternoons and evenings, we will forget about its mere existence until we are not reminded by our own yawning and tired eyes to check the time once more.

Time does not go slowly or fast

It is simply a tick of the wall-clock

Reminding us that it is time to go on

Life does not have time to wait



9 thoughts on “A day in life of a wall-clock

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    • Thanks! I enjoyed reading your post as well. I liked the way you depicted the association between oranges, as natural art form themselves, and human creative use of this natural element in the social context. And thanks for introducing Louw’s work, it’s always nice to discover new (at least for me new) artists.

      • New to me too. It was a great experience to learn about him. Our local Art Gallery likes the avant garde. Brave artists definitely help me to be braver. Thanks for the insight. It has made me look at natural elements in a new way 😉 Hope you are having lovely weekend.

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