My brain has yet to register it's 2015, the first 2 weeks of January I had my dates written as 2014 still. I'm quite slow in that sense. Today is my younger brother's birthday and as I wished him, my countdown widget tells me it's been 500 days since the passing of my older brother [Sorry readers, I know I mention a lot of this].
Anyhow, I have come to this: Time does heal... I thought of a simple analogy of how we sometimes are clumsy, fall over, get hurt and bleed. And that pain is usually so excruciating, and we begin to curse ourselves of why we are such clumsy creatures since most times, it was self-imposed and unnecessary. I laughed thinking of this as it happens to me all the time (yes, all the time). But then, these wounds usually heal, some heal slowly while others heal a little quicker; bottom-line is they do heal leaving just a mere scar. That scar usually doesn't hurt anymore, it's just a mark of an act of clumsiness or fall - a vivid memory of it but sometimes a rather vague one. And most times, these scars make us laugh so hard while we recount the little incidences and then we realize there is no pain any longer. I guess it applies likewise to misfortunes that might have happened to us as well; we end up searching for the goodness within.
This is what I have come to understand (especially with 2 motorbike burns at the same spot!) The irony is we even appreciate those stumbles regardless of how painful they may have been. And maybe true enough, we do heal from the pain but I don't think we ever drift away from the memory too much (or at least, I have yet to experience that).
"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on"
Looking forward to writing more, perhaps just need to think of something else to write.
