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Clocks


Alice
She had a collection of clocks. Dozens of them, haphazardly placed among her other bric-a-brac. Each one was set to a different time. They were her moments. Her most momentous moments, forever frozen on the featureless faces of the unassuming time pieces. Her greatest pain and purest joys forever memorialized, never to be robbed by something as insignificant as second hand rotating repeatedly; endlessly around the same set of numbers.
She refuses to see life in phases; minutes to slip away or for which to be accounted and set aside for mundane tasks that will soon be forgotten. Her frozen clocks scream of a life that refuses to be empty and thoughtless, regardless of age. That clock holds the moment her that her love arrived. That one tells the tale of great loss and brokenness that she did not think she would survive. Each one holding a story; a defining moment of a life full of love and pain and meaning. The best moments gave her faith and hope and the most challenging and painful defined her character as they taught her. She holds every moment encapsulated in those still, quiet clocks with equal importance. For how does one appreciate joy without acknowledging pain? How does one not become embittered by pain without holding onto joy and humor?
The longer she walks in this world, the more vital those clocks become to her. In the chaos and noise, they are her truths. No one can rob her of her experience, not even time. As her wrinkles deepen and the world changes around her, she finds peace in wisdom. It may have taken her a lifetime, but she knows what matters and shares her experiences; her clock moments with others. In doing so, she is both teacher and student and remains full of curiosity despite her age. After all, as long as she still has breath, there is room for more stopped clocks. For her, that is a life well lived.