There is something calming about the sound of a pocket watch ticking on a nightstand. Something simple, but meaningful. This watch was crafted over 100 years ago, and though I know not who has owned it before me, it has outlived its original owner as it will tick away after I, too, am gone.
To some, the sound represents awareness of time passing that can never be gained again – a fleeting second counted against your finite predetermined total. I look at it more as an appreciation and reminder of the time you have left, and to enjoy the sounds and thrills and adventures while your watch is still ticking.