The Clock Called Life

One bright and sunny morning, when I woke up and look at my Wall Clock to ascertain the moment, I was struck to see that the Clock has stopped to strike. In view with the Clock was a large photo frame of mine. The dead clock made me think of the purpose of my photo frame. It is deaf, dumb and still and only serves to represent me. The dead Clock made me think of my spiritual life: Have I died down like the Clock? Is my spiritual life deaf, dumb and still like the Clock and my photo frame? It made me think: Whether I have died a living death? Am I physically alive and spiritually and morally dying? Whether I am living a dead life? Am I living a base natural life without spiritual dimensions to it?