“Tick says the Clock”

Sitting on a chair, thinking of what to write for today.

And then I heard my wall clock
ticking in the midst of the silence.
The subtle sound took me back,
Back to a poem(or song) I read when I was young

It says
 
"tick says the clock.
 Tick! Tick!
 What you have to do,
 Do Quick"

As a toddler,
I would sing this song
and Yell.
even with the last bit of energy left in me.

This song and a host of Poem and quotes
I took with me to a higher class
till I could understand them
but I never related with them.

I was passed like a baton
from one teacher to another,
But they only held the baton for so long
And didn't know what it yearns for

My teachers never explained the reason
as to why I needed to know this song
Coupled with countless quotes & poems.
They only made me know them by heart

The taught me quotes,
But never taught me how to live by them
They made me sing motivational songs
But never taught me how to live
by these songs.

May be I was too dumb
to understand these Quotes and poems.
May be it's my responsibility
to search til the ends of the earth
Just to know how to live by them.

To make them sink well enough
Till each day of my life 
Could reflect this song.
May be I wasn't just smart enough.

But then,
Why did I go to school!
Because I'm smart?
Is school for the smart ones
Or for the struggling ones to get smart?

Did my mum send me to school
because I was smart?
Or she tucked my shirt each morning
Saying "go my boy, and learn to be smart"

If it's actually the later,
Then it means My teachers Failed.
My School failed,
And it's easy how I failed
to learn how to live by the quotes
and the poems I knew by heart.

Or, may be my mum got it wrong,
and sent me to the wrong place,
to make me smart,

Yes! I became knowledgeable,
Knowledgeable in Science and facts,
and Language and History
But was I smart,
If I didn't know how to handle Life?

Now I had to be taught by
Some great Life Knights,
Who knows these same Quotes,
And equally know how to live by them

Their Life reflects these Quotes,
and they held my hands,
to teach me how to live by them,
These are the true rabbi

Famous Authors of great books,
Strangers I met on Quora,
Creative writers I met here on Medium,
and a host of Strangers I read their thoughts

These people whom I never paid,
who never knew how I grew up
or the challenges I faced.
were kind enough to teach me how to live.

Then those quotes and poems,
Immediately start to make sense.

Yes! MY teachers were awesome.
I was made to know I needed these poems
Even to know it by heart,
For me to live like a Life Jedi

Now I come to realise that for me,
It goes beyond knowing these poems
or Singing these songs 
or knowing Life changing Quotes by heart

I needed someone to take my hand
And walk me through the reality.
The reality held by these poems,
And make me see what is hidden in them

To my great teachers.
You were awesome!
But you failed at this.
I thought you would make me smarter,
Just a little smarter in dealing with Life

But you failed at it.

Because Strangers had to do the Job for you.