SLC-S31/W4-“Creative Interpretation| The Object -“A Broken Clock”

shahid76 (77)in Steem-Agro • 6 days ago

Hello dear friends,

How are you all? I hope you are well. I am also fine by the grace of Allah. Today, I have come to participate in the third week of the Steemit Challenge SLC-S31/W4, organized by the Honorable Host @ninapenda ma'am. And I am eager to participate in and learn about Invisible Emotion activities through the challenge, and I am proud to participate in this challenge.

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Build a creative piece inspired by A Broken Clock.

My little boy has two broken watches among his many toys. I am his playmate. Whenever I play with him, I see the broken watches.I exhale, my time is also like this watch. Even though the watch is broken, it is ticking away, just like that. I am broken, but I am still going.
About five years ago, I had severe chest pain. Unable to bear the unbearable pain, I sought the help of a doctor. He examined everything and decided that I had suffered a mild stroke and that I should be very careful, or else a stroke could occur any time, which would result in death.
Incident gave me a big shock. For a while, I felt like life had stopped, that I had become useless. The biggest thing was that my family was busier than me. Their excessive inquiries and constant warnings reminded me that I had become useless, that I was at the end of my life.
Like a broken watch, I was still going, but I didn't have the same heartbeat, laughter, or excitement as before. I was still going, ticking. I smiled a little at the broken watch and went to another task.

What does the broken clock symbolize in your work?

The artwork I have created today, in line with the broken clock, is a symbol of my life. Just as a clock loses its charm and elegance after breaking, even if it is running, there is no importance or care for it. Everyone knows that this broken clock can stop at any time. My situation is similar,
The accident that happened in my life has paralyzed me. Every moment, I am afraid that the pain will start again. Like a broken clock, the light of life that keeps ticking goes out.
Just as a broken clock keeps ticking even after breaking, I too am living even after the accident. But there is no life there, there is no excitement like before, now I have to walk carefully and take food according to rules. As if I am also living my life like a broken clock.

Is it a story of loss, hope, regret, or second chances?

The story I have presented is not a story of hope or regret. I think of it as a story of loss and second coming.
First of all, I think of it as a story of loss because I had to lose a lot of things due to the mild stroke. Before, I was free to do anything. My life was carefree. My family did not feel any tension. But the situation has changed. Now everyone keeps me under strict surveillance; they monitor everything I eat, sleep, and move. It is as if I am a puppet in their hands.
I have to accept their wishes as my wishes. I have to do as they say. I have lost the freedom to move, the freedom to eat. Although I am doing all this with the intention of keeping my health in mind, it still feels like torture to me.
Again, I also consider this to be a story of the second era. There must be some reason for the stroke; there have been irregularities in my eating and drinking habits. This problem could have led to a bigger problem instead of a mild stroke. But by the grace of God, I did not have such a problem. Like a warning, a mild stroke has been created and warned me. If I follow all the rules and regulations,
This is like getting a second chance for me. So that I can do everything correctly, be it daily movement, eating and drinking, or anything else.

What lesson does your interpretation carry?

The explanation I have given almost always happens in human life. Some people may realize it, some may not. But this is the truth. Like a clock ticking, our lives are moving forward. Like a broken clock, various illnesses and diseases come into our lives. Sometimes that illness warns us, and sometimes that illness takes our lives.
We have to learn from our lives. At different times, our bodies give us symptoms in different ways, letting us know about our condition. We have to be aware of those conditions and try to understand the signs. This is our lesson.