Time

Silence. But, I can hear the clock ticking. That steady beat that marks a day gone and another to come. It never stops. It doesn't care what I have accomplished. It is the constant. As I sit hear in the quiet, time keeps ticking away. Or is it ticking to something?

Live life in the moment. Live for the present. Seize the day. What does it all mean? Is there really a present? Or is it just the tightrope between the past and the future. The thread that weaves and just barely

connects the two

causing us to wonder which has the most significance.