Healing

They say time heals all wounds. I don't believe that. It is not true. There are some things that never heal. Maybe the pain subsides, but the wound will always be fresh. Ask a parent who lost a child if time really heals all wounds.

Did you ever have a tooth pulled? Or get a cavity filled? Or think back to a time when you got a bad burn, or a cut. You wake up every morning, and your mind automatically checks for pain, subconsciously. It's like sticking your tongue into a hole and wondering if the cavity is still there.

Sometimes the pain is strong, and sometimes it is just a blip on your radar. Sometimes you can't get through the day, you double over in pain every time you are reminded of your wound. And sometimes it is in the back of your mind, almost forgotten. Almost, but not quite.

And then one morning, you wake up. You do the mental check. You expect the pain. You brace yourself for it.

Nothing. There is no pain. It is gone. The wound is closed, it has healed.

It might come back once in awhile, in flashes. Moments, when you remember. But even that will fade.

One day you will wake up and not think about the pain at all. You won't expect it, you won't prepare for it. It won't be there and you will have forgotten it was ever there in the first place.

That is healing.

They say time heals all wounds. I say time heals some wounds, and the rest of them- we learn how to live with them, until they fade into the background, forgotten.