“The Whisper of the Hour”
In a quiet village, a boy sat beneath a ticking clock.
He asked his grandfather,
boy : “Why does time whisper, not shout?”
The old man : smiled. and said
“Because the loudest things often matter least. Time whispers so only the focused can hear.”
The boy : listened. He heard the tick. He heard his breath. He heard his thoughts.
“Time doesn’t chase you,” the old man said. “It walks beside you — if you walk with purpose.”
The boy : stood up. He didn’t run. He walked — with intent, with rhythm, with reason.
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