Time

When enough time passes we can say it is enough. But how much is enough? When do you know when to say those words? Time is such a valuable commodity, I am not sure any of us really understands its vitality. Time heals, time is fast, time is slow, time is a father, time is an enemy or a friend. What else can time do?

But does time really heal? Or is it that so many things have happens since then that we forget the first item of business? Does our mind fill our files with so much other stuff that we "forget" what the problem was in the first place, and we commend time for doing the task our mind actually accomplished? Time to me is a roller coaster of life. It has its ups and it has its downs, and it really goes round and round. No really it does. If you look at a clock long enough you might get dizzy. But could you actually get dizzy from a slow moving object such as Big Ben?

Well, back to the point. Time as a healer. The healing qualities of time are not so healing as they are masking, or diminishing the pain. When my Brother died, it was a great sharp piercing pain in those first few hours of that December morning. But over the next few days, time raced on and on with things to do and take care of. And during that racing time, the pain was numbed. Time did not heal that pain, it was a pain killer for the moment. Then as time slowed down, the pain got stronger and came back with a vengeance, or maybe like that hangover headache. And now as almost 11 years have passed, the pain is linked to songs, smells, places and memories. The pain is still here. Time has not healed the pain, so I repeat, does time really Heal? In my experience No. Time is such a friend, and time is such an alcoholic drink to numb the pains of life. Has enough time passed to say anything?