sometimes i forget

A day is comprised of 86,400 long, abrupt seconds. Each day nestles comfortably between yesterday and tomorrow, like a child sleeping soundly in the bed of his parents. Today knows exactly where it is meant to be. Today knows exactly how much potential it holds.

Anything can happen in a day. Lives are lost and lives are made. People find love in a day, and hearts are broken in a day. A day is enough time to travel half way around the world, and a day is enough time to come home. The certainty of yesterday is often the ambiguity of today and the insanity of tomorrow. Every day our hair gets a little bit longer, our brains a little more crowded, our skin a little rougher. For every minute that passes like a painfully slow eternity, there is another that’s gone before we’ve realized it has started.

My Swatch has garnered complaints from others for the loudness of its tick, but this sound of time reminds me that I’m alive. Each second is a moment I will never live again. It tells me every morning that this day will change my life; that there is no such thing as monotony, only complacency to the majestic beauty that each second, no matter how long or short it may seem, lays before me.