TICKING OF THE CLOCK...

As I sat in my kitchen this morning, I realized how quiet it was. I could hear the smooth running of the Refrigerator in the corner, and the even louder sound of the clock ticking...For a change, there seemed to be no noise from outside and I had really never realized how noisy that clock was, before,  Tick, tick, tick...An almost haunting and antagonizing tease...

After a while the sound of the clock became almost hypnotic. Tick, tick! Before long I started thinking back to an earlier time. I remember a time when we visited different family members, long ago. Even a a young boy, I had noticed how utterly quiet  their houses seem, when the conversation had momentarily ran out and nobody was saying anything. I remember the sudden, alarming silence that filled the room. back in those days, a lot of people either  didn't have a television or it wasn't running 24 hours a day, as some do now. If someone wasn't talking, the only sound was of the Wall clock just ticking away; just counting off time and lives...

All these years later, as I sit and listen to my own clock ticking in the background, I realize that all those people listened too long to that old clock, and now...are gone...
Clocks may have their purpose but can also be a grim reminder that we only have so much time...Then, things run down...

Maybe it is better if we DON'T know what  time it is. Reminders only seem to make things worse...