Life is forever ongoing. Time shall ever stop. Time will not look down on you and pity your sadness or confusion or rage and stop to let you heal. No, most definitely not. Time shall forever look up and move as should be. It waits for no one. Selfish and strict.
Of course, it would be fun and nice to be able to dilly dally for a whole day or for a few weeks without time telling you to move it, or having to worry that I might get sick from sleeping too much or worrying about anything at all!
Surely, I would have enjoyed it. Bathed in gratefulness for it. But just imagine it. If time forever stops, we would have no reasons, no goals, no motivation, no point in living. I do imagine it scary if the sun never goes down or the moon forever shining in the darkness.
So I guess, for the sake of purpose, time should be as it is now. Now that I think of it, it's not really time that heals the wounds. The wounds humans would occasionally feel for whatever reason. 'The wound will heal with time', they say.
Normal physical wounds, probably. But I don't think that's the case with emotional ones. Why is it that some people heal slow and fast then? Maybe people do heal at different rates. But I don't think so. If people just left the wound to heal without doing anything, it never heals then. It just gets pushed to the back of the mind and forgotten. And when it gets brought up and pulled into the spotlight again, it either hurts more or just makes the person numb about the whole thing.
Been there, done that.
As I lay my tray down on the table and sit, I look out and realize that it was drizzling outside. Luckily for me, what I ordered was nice and warm. Holding my mug and mentally snuggling into the warmth of the mug, my eyes wondered around the coffee shop.
I like clean places like this. I am not a clean freak and my room is definitely always, always dirty and untidy, no exceptions. It makes me so so so not what I should be. I mean, my messy room. It makes me gloomy, have existentional crisis sometimes and also unproductive. I have been in this mess since forever when I was young and ever since I realized the cause of why everything didn't feel right, I tried to change.
And here I am now, still in this coffee shop, waiting for the rain to stop.
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Without Despair
Adventure"What is life is there is only sadness?" "What is left if there is war?" Joanne Rose, the young black sheep within the family, grew up and is now in search for answers that lie beyond those questions. Surely, you are in a journey as well. But the an...
