clock

Tick, tick!

One, alone in the night, listening to the indifferent, ceaseless motion of the pendulum, can not help but shudder with a shudder: that simple, precise sound always says the same thing: life is in constant motion. Night and sleep over the earth, all sounds of silence, only the clock in the cold, loud measurement of the passing minutes... The pendulum ticks, and with each tick, life is shortened by a second, a tiny fraction of the time that each of us has, and the lost second is never returned to us.

Where did those minutes come from? Where do they go? No one can answer that... There are still many questions, and many other more important questions that will determine whether we are happy or not have not been answered. How do we live knowing that we need something, how do we live without losing faith and hope, how do we live without every second passing unwisely? Can the endlessly moving clock answer all these questions? What can it say about that?

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Nothing in the world is more indifferent than the clock: in the moment you were born, in the moment you enjoy picking the flowers of youth dream, it is the same time exactly ticking. Man is getting closer to death every day from the day he is born. And the clock will count the minutes dull and calm when you groan dumb in your last moments. In the cold sound of the clock -- listen closely -- there is something of omniscience and weariness of what is known. Nothing, at any time, could excite or value the clock. It is so indifferent that if we want to live, we must build ourselves another clock of feeling, of thinking, of action, instead of this dull, monotonous, soul-strangling, reproachful, coldly ticking clock.

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There is no rest in the constant motion of the clock -- what can we call now? The first second was born, and the second followed, pushing the first into the unknown abyss...

Tick! You become happy. Tick! Pain is like a potent poison injected into your heart. If you don't try to fill every second of your life with something fresh and lively, the pain may be with you all your life and all the rest of your life. It is tempting to worry; It is a dangerous priority; With it, we often stop looking for the right to some higher, more human title. And there is so much sadness that the cheap ones are almost gone. So sorrow is not necessarily worth precious, but should be more novel and valuable things to enrich oneself, shouldn't it? Sorrow is devalued capital, don't complain to anyone about life, because comfort words can rarely contain a person to pursue things. When a man fights against the things that interfere with his life, life will be more full, more meaningful than anything else. In the struggle, the dull moments will fly away unconsciously.

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Human life is ridiculously short. How to live? Some flee from life, others devote themselves to it wholeheartedly. The former are poor in spirit and lack of memories in old age; the latter are rich in both. Both are dying, and if no one gives his intelligence and heart to life selflessly, no one will have anything left after death... So, on your deathbed, the clock will coldly count your last seconds -- tick! And in a few seconds someone else will be born, several people will be born in a second, and you will no longer exist! Nothing of you will be left in life except your body which will radiate a stench. Can your pride bear the indignity of merely throwing you into life, and then pulling you out, and subjecting you to what you cannot help doing? If you have self-respect and are ashamed of giving in to the dark dictates of time, leave something in your life that will never forget you. Think of your role in life, for example, a brick is made, and then it is laid motionless in a house, and then it disappears into dust... Being a brick is boring and vulgar, isn't it? If you are full of reason and feeling, and want to experience many beautiful moments in your life when thoughts and feelings are full of action, don't be like a brick.

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If you consider deeply what your role is in the infinite movement of time, you will be very depressed by the realization of how insignificant you are. This knowledge will humiliate you! It will stimulate your self-esteem and make you hate life that puts you down, and you will fight against it. What was the fight for? When nature deprives man of the ability to walk with four limbs, it grants him a crutch, that is ideal! From then on, people began to unconsciously, instinctive pursuit of good things, the goal is higher and higher! Let this pursuit become conscious action, let people know that only in the conscious pursuit of good things can there be true happiness. Don't complain about your own strength is weak, don't complain about anything. The only thing your complaints can give you is the pity and charity of the spiritless. All men are unhappy, but the most unfortunate are those who decorate themselves with misfortune. These are the people who most want others to care about them, and at the same time deserve the least attention from others. The pursuit of progress, this is the real purpose of life. Let the whole life be spent in the pursuit, then there will be many beautiful moments in this life.

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"What is the use of light for a man who is cornered and surrounded by darkness?" This was old Job's question to God. There is no such man today who remembers that he is a child of God, created by God in his own image, and dares to question God as Job did, and in general has a very low opinion of himself. They don't love life very much, or even self-love very well. At the same time, they had a great fear of death, though everyone knew it. What is inevitable is taken for granted. It's time to get used to the fact that there's been death since there's been man. The consciousness of the already accomplished cause can eliminate the fear of death, take the honest road of life, will have a clear conscience home. Tick... What a man leaves behind is his career. When his hour and his desire had ended, another moment was coming, one of grim appraisal of the man's life.

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In fact, in this conflicted, treacherous, mutually hostile world everything is very simple. It would be easier if people knew each other well and everyone had a confidant. A person, even if he is great, but in the final analysis is still small. It is necessary to know each other, because what we say is less clear and less clear than we think. There are not enough words to open one's heart to others, and so many thoughts of great significance and importance to life die without finding the right form in time. Often a thought after very want to use words, with firm and clear words to express... But I couldn't find the words.

Pay more attention to thought! Promote ideas, ideas will never live up to your labor. Thoughts are everywhere, if you will, you will find them even between rocks. If people will, they will have everything; If they wanted to, they would be the masters of life instead of the slaves they are now. As long as there is a will to live and a confidence in one's own strength, then the whole life will be a magnificent clock, a great clock brimming with spiritual power and startling people with its noble deeds.

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The strong and brave and resolute of spirit -- long live those who serve truth, justice and beauty! We often do not know them because they are proud and unrequited; We often do not see how they are willing to work hard. They light up life with a brilliant light that makes even the blind see light. So many blind people should be allowed to see the light, and all should be made to realize with sorrow and disgust how rude, unjust, and ugly their real life is. Long live the man who is the master of his own will! The whole world was in his heart, and all the pain and suffering in the world was hidden in his heart. Violence and filth, hypocrisy and cruelty in life were his mortal enemies; He gave his life generously to the needs of the struggle, his life was full of unruly joy, magnificent indignation, heroic tenacity... Do not pity yourself, this is the world's most proud, the most gorgeous wisdom. Long live the man who will not pity himself! There are only two ways to live: rot or burn. The timid and greedy choose the former, the brave and broad-minded choose the latter; Everyone who loves beautiful things knows where greatness lies.

The clock of our life is an empty, dull clock. Let us not pity ourselves, but fill it with magnificent deeds, and we will pass many beautiful hours full of thrilling joy and burning pride. Long live the man who will not pity himself!