Tick tock

We are always between moments… TICK TOCK

We are born with a certain number of seconds that are timed by our hearts and bodies. TICK TOCK

Each tick slices off a piece of the whole. TICK… a possibility of a joy is gone. TOCK a careless word ends a path or TICK opens another path.

There are infinite possibilities of TICK TOCK, yet only a finite number of TICKs or TOCKs are there.

Sometimes are we closer to the TICK or the TOCK ? Only time will tell. Yet as we keep chasing time, we feel that it is running out. We become the seeker to that which we believe hides, constantly eluding our reaches.

Yet the beauty of the illusion is that it is only in the present moment that time stands still, for it is here where we find infinite time.
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I love you