Movado I

I received my gift from my sister. A time piece.

It’s supposed to be simple: it’s the holiday seasons, and though I am not much a fan of it lately, there are other people, well, most people see it as the so called time for giving, and they do give gifts.

But for some reason, wearing a watch feels something new to me.

I used to wear watches before but somewhere along the way I let go of them. The reason is actually that they either break down, or I have this tendency to lose them, same way I lost track of time when I’m out there, hunting for metaphors.

This is my first time to wear a watch in more than a decade. More like 15 years.

For some reason, I feel a thug inside of me. Something started ticking, and with each movement of the hand it builds up, a silent crescendo.

It feels more like a countdown.

In a week, the year dies to make way for the birth of the new one.

I am old, I am getting old, and I have to confess I am feeling it.

And with the upcoming waves of memories of my failures and tragedies and misfortunes, I cannot help but brace myself for it. No, I am not one to make a run for shelter, as how my brother knows of me.

It’s just a matter of time.