Even a stopped clock gives the right time twice a day

[littlebill]

I sit here in silence. The same clock has been ticking; it's been counting away the seconds for as long as I've lived. And though it hangs on a different wall in another room still it remains a constant. Familiar voices that ring through the rooms are a bit more worn, a bit more weary. Everything here, including our own bodies, are a bit more lived in.

I look around while typing this and my mind comes back to the clock. Its click, click, clicking is both comforting and inspiring. I need one in my own home. Its very purpose is to serve as a reminder to move forward.

Here is where you are, and already it has passed.

Remember the past but do not linger upon it. It cannot be changed. Revsit, recall, recharge. And move on.

New opportunities on the horizon threaten to disrupt my status quo. It is welcome. I need a new challenge. Something to inspire me.

My real muse is life, and the experiences it brings.

And I am richer for it.