“What makes life tick?”, is a very simple question if you are a person seeking better answers from the drudgery of the everyday world. When I was a child, my mother spoiled me to the extent that being the only child, if I have seen a new toy on the store shelf that I like; I definitely won’t stop crying until she paid for it so I could take it home. When I have that privacy to explore that toy at home, I will then disassemble it to pieces until I knew what’s inside and lose my curiosity for it afterwards. So the same thing happened until I have accumulated a box of toys. Growing up like the average guys I had been quite naïve about certain things so I never end up like the others did (marrying to start a family without much ado). I suppose deep in myself, I remain restless until I have discovered for myself what makes life tick.

The Concept of Time – Of course we all knew what time it is. We were used with the word tick and to associate it with time as the second hand of the clock moves with such sound. Except to associate the plural of the word as with ticks to dogs but surely the dogs wouldn’t mind about what time it is except for the parasites crawling on them which is how they are called. When we were brought to school as a child, we were taught about the hands of the clock and eventually we knew how to tell time. Our concept of time changed as we grow in age. As for me I used to envy the adults yearning why I seem to grow slowly and the next time I looked at the mirror I started to notice lines on my forehead and it seemed I have grown old so quickly. In life we have this notion that we never run out of time while we were young but soon enough we realize wrinkles start to appear in the mirror on a familiar face that looks like ours. As it seems, some of us may keep that notion that the door of opportunity is just right there and it is only a matter of time before it opens up for anyone. Lucky are those who have entered through that door while they are still young but most of us were used up in the waiting. When we see our loved ones die, the harsh reality haunts us all. We all would end in time like a candle melting at the lowest point of its spark. We see how our kind would restlessly submit to medical breakthroughs to counter the effects of aging but it is a futile effort. When things couldn’t be done on the inside, we resort to cosmetics to do the job. Tell me of anything that doesn’t last, the battery gets used up, the food gets spoiled, the steel gets corroded, technology always gets superseded. We could only freeze in an instant whatever subject we could fancy in a photograph and everything else changes with time.