Cherish the present moment.
This story tells about a group of mysterious time keepers who guard the passing of time in every corner of the world, and how the youngest time keeper, Little Cub, through the task of fixing a clock, re-discovers the meaning of time and life, and decides to cherish the present moment.
When asked about the most commonly spoken phrase from adulthood to old age, the answer is often "time passes too quickly," which is exactly what the legendary time keepers think of.
According to legend, there's a group of mysterious time keepers who, under their leader's guidance, guard the passing of time in every corner of the world. They work tirelessly to ensure everyone's daily life while feeling their own lives are slipping away invisibly. The youngest time keeper, Little Cub, is the most vibrant and cheerful member of the team. However, as time goes by, he becomes withered, weaker, and heavier in spirits.
However, when a clock problem occurs with one of the time keepers, Little Cub is sent to fix it. After strenuous efforts and support from other time keepers, Little Cub finally succeeds in solving this difficult problem. At that moment, he suddenly realizes that endless beauty lies hidden in what used to seem so mundane, even if it's only for an instant. He starts to appreciate the scenery, listen to music, and chat with colleagues, which slows down the pace of his time spent.
Years later, when Little Cub experiences another task of fixing a clock, he sees a wrinkled, gray-haired face that has accompanied him through growing up for several decades, which are his colleagues. At that moment, Little Cub deeply feels that he had spent too much time and energy pursuing life but missed the truly precious things. Therefore, he makes in mind to seize every moment and embrace daily life with more cherished attitudes.
This story tells people that although time passes quickly, they should embrace every moment in life with full hearts to truly discover the meaning and value within.
About the Creator
Foot Bindings
I asked my grandmother how she knew she'd fallen in love. I am not sure I ever did love him, she said. This was before I met my husband. I was naive, a naked spring, a raw nerve of a thing. That cannot ever be me, I knew. Sadness swept in gently like a Moscow thaw. It is no simple thing, looking into a woman's vast soul and seeing its foot bindings. Now, in Italy divorced with my skin singed off, when I say I don't love him mean: I have succeeded at feeling nothing most days and it mostly works. Do you want the comfort of Nothing? Do you want Nothing, too? Be warned: you'll never be free, even when you are nothing. Here is what doesn't work: Accepting the stages of grief. Talking about it. Sitting with the feeling. Missing him—no, the person you were when you believed in death do us part. Writing poetry. That, too. When I say I don't love him I mean: I feel capsized in an endless, starved tide. What sometimes works: selective memory. You must forget ripe tomatoes and his beard and feeling perfectly sheltered in a big blue world. Forget coffee in bed, laughter watching TV, blowing out the candles on the birthday cake and the quiet all-encompassing knowledge that you are chosen. Remember only how love turned to a banal everyday survival act, a trapeze act unsure whether he will catch you, how the warmth stagnated and became sour, remember the foot bindings and remember the resentment boiling in your veins as you stick it out for the kids. Six-hour Netflix binges help, too. A man's fingers tracing your spine. Frozen pizza at 2 a.m. Random trips to the museum just to stand near things that last a while. The realization that crying won’t change anything. Seeing that life is just a dream, and refusing to participate in your own suffering. Bite your fist. Walk on eggshells around joy. When I say I don't love him, I mean he didn’t break my heart, he just stopped touching it and it forgot how to beat right.
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