… comes a quiet thump. Again and again it fights, weak yet determined. The world around it, the voices, the words, the greetings and chatter, the students and teachers and conversations and friends had all gone mute, only to be heard through the echoings of the internet, of facetimes and zoom calls and everything in between.
Despite it all, it continues. It fights, it fuels its hungers, its passions, and it beats, over and over again, a sound in the void, a light in the darkness, the very certainty of survival.
It fights within all of us, our heartbeats, keeping our minds, bodies, and souls alive and intact through whatever hardships we may face. It fights for us, and we fight for our passions, what make us tick, what in turn keeps our heart doing the same– ticking, beating, every hour of every day of every moment of our lives.
I, alongside countless others, fight to hone my craft. To learn what I can at home while I can’t search for knowledge elsewhere. That was my decree and I worked to fulfill it. The result? Online Learning. It may not be ideal, but it’s what we have, and what could possibly possess me to let that go? I’ve applied for and been accepted by summer programs by the likes of Yale, Berklee, and Columbia. I’ve taken control of my resources at Coursera and Udemy. I’m learning as much as I can, and that fuels me, it carries me forwards, it makes me tick.
And so I wonder:
How does your clock tell the time?
Does it measure in knowledge? Skill? Wealth, or power?
Or does it measure in something else, in satisfaction or joy?
Whatever it measures with, whatever it is that drives you, I urge you to pursue it, to work for it, to work for yourself. The clock’s not going to turn itself…
… And we’ve quite some time on our hands.
An Eternal Rhythm 