A Pause for Appreciation

I would like to invite you to pause.

If you are fortunate enough to have in your possession authentic, legitimate, mechanical timepieces — allow yourself a moment to stop and appreciate them. Not their price. Them.

Congratulations.

Beyond what the outside world might perceive — beyond the material value that blinds so many — I want to congratulate you for something deeper.

You made it happen.

You brought yourself to this point. Through your own decisions, your own effort, your own path — you arrived at a place where you hold treasures in your hands. And I say treasures deliberately. Not because of what they cost. Because of the history they carry. Because in a hundred years — and I truly hope I am wrong about this — the mechanical watches that exist today may become invaluable artifacts of human craftsmanship. Everything that the horological world built by hand, movement by movement, generation by generation, may one day belong entirely to the past. And what you own will be among the surviving proof that it ever existed.

So yes — congratulations. To you, even if we have never met. You are a reference. You are proof of something I deeply believe in: that it is possible. That you can. That you did.

And I do not care where you come from. Whether you built everything from nothing, or whether you grew up in wealth and had to forge yourself to not only preserve it but multiply it — knowing, as only you know, what that truly demands. Your story is yours. But the result is here, in front of you, undeniable.

That inner child — the one that lives in all of us, the one that never fully grows up — is fascinated by what you were able to give them. You made it real, despite everything. Despite every obstacle, every doubt, every invisible battle that no one else fully understood.

That deserves to be acknowledged. By you, to yourself.

Now — look at the watch on your wrist. Or in your hand. Or wherever it is right now.

And when you look at it, remember: what you hold is not only a work of artisanal mastery. You hold history. You hold decades. You hold time itself — real, human, irreversible time — shaped into something you can carry with you.

Among the many things that draw me to watches, there is one I keep coming back to. Wearing a mechanical timepiece today is, to me, a quiet reminder. A small, constant presence on your wrist that whispers something this world of noise and speed almost makes us forget:

We are here briefly. We are passing through. And what we do while we are here is the only thing that remains.

Let humanity know that humanity can.