I am not talking about when or after I am gone. That’s scary too.
This present moment doesn’t stop. I am breathing, getting older every second. I have an illusion that I have this time. I postpone my activities thinking I am at peace.
But the clock is ticking, time is moving.
I can pause and ponder to make a decision. I can distract myself. But the clock is ticking and time is moving.
I can think I will stop rowing, but the clock is ticking.
Time is moving albeit at a slow pace. Just like Earth is rotating. It gives you the calmness of Grass growing. Is it suggesting don’t wait and keep moving?
Pace doesn’t matter, progress does?
Should I take a decision and move forward? Because time is moving.
