Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Slowly, the clock counts down. It keeps counting down. It will not stop, not until there's nothing to count.
Emily gets up. She takes a shower, a long shower, about fifteen minutes. The clock it ticking. Time is moving.
She gets up and grabs some breakfast. Tick. Tock.
She arrives at school to find her friend Sarah. The other day, Sarah ditched her to go out with her new boyfriend.
"How dare you!" Emily screamed. "I trusted you! You blew me off! I'm never talking to you again!"
Sarah wants to reply, but Emily storms off. She goes to school, flunks a test and goes home.
Tick. Tock.
She goes on the computer and checks her Facebook wall. Sarah calls her again and again, but Emily ignores it. She continues putting pictures of herself online and deletes Sarah as a friend.
"Wanna go out to dinner, baby?" Emily's mother asks, sweetly.
"No," Emily replies. "I'll stay home."
"Are you sure, hon? We miss you at out family dinners."
"I'm sure."
Her mother sighs and walks out of the room. Emily takes more pictures of herself and posts them on Facebook. Tick. Tock.
Her cat meows at her for attention, but she closes the door to block out the sound.
She gets bored of taking pictures, so she turns on some music to block out the world and lays down on her bed. Tick. Tock.
She turns the music off for a moment and hears lots of chatter and sirens outside. She opens the window to see something horrible!
She runs out and asks her neighbor, "What happened?!"
"Some young girl was crossing the street!" she explained. "She was run over."
Emily took a deep breath and looked into the street. The young girl was Sarah.
Sarah's clock had stopped. It was done ticking, there was nothing left to count. Emily's clock was still going, unmoved by the sudden twist of events, still counting and counting.
Someday, Emily's clock would stop, too. Why waste the time she has locking herself in a room? That could have been her whose clock stopped, but it wasn't and it couldn't be because her clock still had about thirty years left, but Sarah's hadn't had enough.
Why does everyone view the clock as a bad thing? It may be counting down the time you have left to live, but it's also a constant reminder. Someday, your clock will stop. There won't be any ticking. It's simply telling you the facts. It's up to you how you use the time it's given you.
Now why are you still reading this? You're clock it counting, too. Why are you sitting reading when you could be making something of the time you have! Run! Live! For someday, you won't.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.