The spaces in between

It is completely silent in my new place but for the tick, tick, ticking of the clock in my kitchen and the gentle hum of the refrigerator. I think life is like that ticking. It is only as the second hand arrives at each new minute do we hear the tick. The spaces in between are silent. No one ever really notices those little silent spaces. My life feels like that ticking. One moment I am driving away, tick. The next moment I am standing in a camper, tick. Then I am at a school, tick. Next, I am here and the ticking continues. The ticks are the things that stand out in my mind and not so much the spaces in between. They become a blur as the ticking continues. The space that fills the gap between one tick and the next are what I do to get to the next tick. Time seems endless, relentless, and unforgiving. If I could turn back the ticks of time would I change it? Honestly I would think about it, but in the end, I would have to go through the same motions. I am what I am because of the ticks of the past. I will be what I am supposed to with the coming ticks. To me the reality of my world can be viewed in a series of moments, or ticks of a clock. The things that etch themselves into my memory are the events of importance or sentimental value. Because they are important they become that tick. Rarely do people remember dressing for a party, but they almost always remember the party. The ticks are mostly good moments, I seem to discard the ticks that I can't use. I think this year I will try to make the ticks happier. I think I would like to have my ticks closer together also. So with the comming ticks we will see if I can make them happier and more frequent.

Tick, Tick