Each individual movement of a clock’s second hand is tiny.
From a distance, it appears to be moving continuously. Unless you’re up close, the ticks are so small as to be almost imperceptible. And each tick is immediately followed by the next one.
The minute hand is not much different, relentlessly ticking forward, even if only by a tiny bit.
The hour hand traces its slow path around the face of the clock, too, moving so slowly that it only makes its journey twice a day.
But it never stops, it never waivers, it never quits. It relentlessly follows its path.
This is how time works. It keeps moving forward whether or not you decide to do something between the ticks, between the seconds, between the minutes or hours.