A watchmaker once remarked to me that each ticktock a watch made was just like a heartbeat of a body, both wearing the mechanism inside toward impairment and failure. So it occurred to me that if ticktocks were meticulously counted, then why not heartbeats?
Counting my heartbeats is an exaggerated way to say that I became keenly aware of them, thus living each moment I have in life as fully as I ever can. Thanks to an owlish old watchmaker.
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