Tik, tok. Tik, tok.

So many times.

So many times I've heard about it.

Tik, tok. Tik, tok.

People's lives, personalities.

Their thoughts. Their feelings.

Their hatred. Their unease.

Tik, tok.

Their hopes, their dreams.

Desires, passions.

Capacity and ability.

Willingness and eagerness.

Anxiety and fury.

Stubbornness and distress.

Tik, tok.

They give meanings to the world.

At least that's what they thought.

Tik, tok.

That's what they believe.

That's what they want.

Tik, tok.

The wish to make a difference. To become known.

To make history, to leave a mark.

Tik, tok.

So that their life is meaningful.

So that their life is worthwhile.

Tik, tok.

All those thoughts, feelings, "wishes",

those money, work and time they spend,

...

Are just a waste.

There's no such thing called "meaning". It's all in their imagination.

Drive them insane. Absorb them in greediness, pressure and fear.

In the end, they still can't change anything.

.

...

Yet.

The vibe they give, the atmosphere they make,

their attitudes, their very own thoughts and desires,

somehow...

click something inside me.

Tik, tok.

A wave in the ocean. A droplet of water.

A small note came out of nowhere, sudden yet so natural, unexpected but not surprising.

Soothing even. Tempting even.

Tik, tok.

Slowly became a melody, woven by different tones in sync.

Perhaps we just need that in life.

Perhaps this is enough.