A watch is like any other tool in a man's life.
To a spirited man, however, a tool is not just a means to an end.
To a spirited man, however, a tool is not just a means to an end.
The spirited man’s watch, the mechanical pencil gifted to him by his mother, his trusty pocket knife - they are all reminders.
They remind him of who he is, of where he’s going, and of how he plans on getting there.
The familiar weight of the blade in his hand assures him that he has done this before - that he can do it a million more times if he needs to.
The palpable click of his pencil soothes the static between his ears, clearing the way so that the right words might reveal themselves to the page.
When he glances over to his 60-year-old watch, time itself looks back at him through the aged dial, whispering to him that his own time is limited.
And a man must treat his limits like a boxer working off the ropes.
