A life lesson given by a clock: When I was 6 years old, my mother taught me how to watch a clock. I found 3 sizes of this son's arm, didn't I? Yes, the longest arm is called the second arm. He is the most busy but no one cares about him.

If he doesn't do it, the rest of the hands won't work anymore. So he's the main one, Mom.

No one is proud of what he is doing and they think it is unnecessary. My mother continued to say, "did you see that it's a little shorter than the second hand? It's called the minute hand. The second hand has been rotating for a full week, and it's only moved slightly."

He had to work, but he used to get his name, so when he looked at the clock, he had to add his name. Every second he breaks, he just takes a name in terms of a class, it's an educated class. Did you see the last shortest hand? It's the hand of the clock. He changed the numbers significantly from one minute to the next.

As for the ruling class, I am not saying that it is failing. They just said that the clock is broken. The clock is the shortest stick in the world, son. When I grew up, I saw 3 types of people in the workplace. What I see is people like seconds from all walks of life.

He works too much and doesn't get good comments. It's like a minute and I'm working again. I work as a teacher sometimes I do it. His people get their place. They don't have to do anything. They do everything they do as if they were doing it. Those who take their name as teachers are like clockwork people. What type of people are you?