It was moving continuously, without any interruption, it always did. And it has been really long since my wall clock stopped. It seemed that its crisp voice of motion in my silent room was trying to convey something to me.
I was trying to find the hidden message in that convivial sound, it felt like it was really tired. Yes, nothing strange, my wall clock was really tired of seeing me like this, my incorrigible attitude was troubling it.
It was heartbroken when it found out that I didn’t care about its motion, i didn’t care even about what will happen if it stopped. But even after I avoided its troubles, it understood me, it showered its benevolence on me.
Every minute its hand came back to its original position, the exact same position. I found it similar to myself, as I was also the same as before, no change or growth from last few years.
I was still starring at the clock, realizing what is its purpose, why it keeps moving on and on without reaching or stopping anywhere. Then I realized who am I to castigate the clock, when I am in exactly the same situation, moving without a purpose.
The clock didn’t had the ability for getting knowledge, but I did, then also I chose nescience.
With these thoughts in my mind, I was lost in a world, a world with no one but me and that clock, just interacting with each other. And suddenly I fell down, I looked back and there was no one there, the clock was gone.
When I came back again to reality, I looked at the clock, it stopped.
I now understood what it was trying to say all this time. It was telling me to get up and learn, to grow, to enjoy.
Though it stopped, but the time didn’t, it was still flowing in that outside world. And I was still sitting wondering about the message I just got from that clock.
I stood up and went outside, moving on with time, leaving behind my nescience to give company to that stopped clock.
It was strange though, a stopped clock started my time…
TheCuriousIntrovert 