As I sit on my balcony, late into the night, I hear the clicking of a watch. Although there is not one in sight, or in my possession, the ticking, the clicking of the watch is something that cannot be misquoted. It is inevitable and it is forever present. It is man made yet mans greatest fear.
Isn't it funny how that works. As if it is some sadistic joke that we are leasing ourselves into our own demise with only the illusion of "when."
We fear running out of this time, we fear there is not much left until we sink into the mystery that is held in the next book of the series.
It is a forever occurring and ever present fact. Time will continue long after we are not. Long after the Earth is nothing but an asteroid and the sun has burned out and the meaning of our lives, of time has no meaning. When we are gone all of our work, our theories, our main purposes in life will seize to exist. Because we will seize to exist. But floating still ever present will be time.
Time that although man made, continues. Despite the sun burning, or black holes, or whatever lies in the future many millennium ahead of our being as of now.
Isn't that scary?
Isn't the clicking and ticking of a watch so terrifying?
Isn't time an evasive mass of inevitable nothing that compared to us simple life forms an immense topic to think about?
Isn't it so devastatingly beautiful.
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& I'm just a girl.
Short StoryI'm just a girl. But there's more to me then you'd think. After all appearances aren't everything. I think thoughts. I can assure you I am not just another dumb blonde. There are problems with the world. I'm simply trying to make them known.
