"To heal, you have to stop touching the wound."
Yeah. I'm gonna stop poking and fidgeting over this open wound and let it sit this one through. I'll get use to the pain and by the time I realize, I won't feel it anymore. I won't open up the bandage to check if the blood stops flowing or if the tissues are recovering. I'll stop worrying of when it will heal and perhaps try again taking another step. Sure it'll sting and my fingers would be itching to scratch but a day to another and I'll just forget it was ever there.
"Time heals all things, even the ones unseen to the naked eye."
Perhaps so. I mean, I already forgot how it feels when the people I loved departed from me. The first few weeks, months, years, might have made an impact. But saying it from experience, I'll be immune to it. The disappointment, the heartbreak, the unnerving feeling of being disregarded, being discarded. What is a great person without a bit of tragic or insanity, no? A life filled with ups and downs is an absolute. A promise. A guarantee.
"The first step to heal from things is to forgive yourself."
And so I did. For all the things I've done. For all the things I've gained and lost. For the possibilities and the shortcomings. I forgave myself. I didn't know where to start. Was it during high school? Junior year or senior year? Was it my first love? Was it this or that? Nevertheless, I think it would be safer to just forgive anything and everything that I did. Sure, my pessimistic side would try to overlook this matter. And I don't blame it. It helps me to see and understand that I am no better than the ones who had done me wrong. Does it made my nights better? Depends on what I remember before I sleep. Does it made my life any easier? Yes. I stopped being a bitter, distasteful and passive suicidal person. And start to live life as we were all promised to.
"Wound heals, time flies and life goes on. Instead of looking back to the dark forest behind you, witness the sight of the sun upon the horizon."
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Poetrysome short stories, self-proclaimed poems and presumptuous writings
