The worst part of life, for some, is that you move on. No matter how strong your hold is, how deep your affection, time Does change it all.
It may take days, weeks, months or years, but change is inevitable.
Some learn to live with the pain, some suppress it and some simply replace it with happiness.
In this sense, time is a remedy and at the same time, a poisonous disease eating at your memories till what is left is either a rose-tinted picture or a sepia toned slightly torn photograph of the moments past.
What once was a bone-deep traumatic wound evolves into a slightly colored scar, a reminder of old mistakes; What brought insufferable pain earlier only brings light pangs to you now.
Some laugh it off, some remember fondly, some don't even have a recollection of what happened. We move on. The smarter ones reflect, it all happened for a reason while the simpler ones blame the Almighty.
But...we move on. In a way, its only fair on us. Nobody deserves to live with pain forever.
Life carries on like a carefree tide-ebbing and flowing with each passing day. We can either be the stubborn sea-shell on the beach-waiting for a connoisseur to pick up, the forgiving water that goes with the flow or the gutsy sand-welcoming each new tide with a smile and bidding farewell to the ebbs.
Whatever part we play in the bigger scheme of events, we do move on, lot of times against our wishes so why not accept the fact and let time run its course?
Eh, time, aren't you a bastard! :)
