Tick Tock

Tick Tock.

The clock’s rhythm is constant.

But inside our heads we rush. We try and fit things between the tick and the tock. And when we do, it suddenly seems as though there are no gaps to be found between them.

TickTockTickTockTickTock. Relentless.

The clock doesn’t care though. In reality it never changes its message. And there is always room in the gaps for the moment at hand. Actually there is ONLY room for the moment at hand.

Because that thing we are internally rushing towards … in 20 minutes, 20 hours, 20 week, 20 years time …. doesn’t exist yet.

It might never exist.

Tick Tock.