Truly, What Does Time Heal?

It's been a very long time since I added to this blog project. Several months past a year, in fact. Why is that? What caused me to put down the sword in that time? Was I busy? Did I not care? Was I in a coma?

The truth is, time happened. I started several posts, and many had solid arguments for what I held true. But once I was halfway through them, I didn't feel the desire to finish my argument. Who was I trying to convince? It was no longer myself. I'd long finished that battle in my mind. It was no longer my Jesus-freak ex. Shit, nowadays someone pretty much has to remind me that I even ever went through all that before I even think about it. It's not my friends, because I co-exist quite happily with them.

And I'm never going to get through to that mass of people careening our world to utter disaster.

Over time, I've come to one conclusion: I get one life here. There was nothing before. There is nothing after. What I've lost, I've lost. What I have will eventually fade to dust. I have no guarantee of tomorrow, or even another hour. Experience is both everything, and nothing. Creation is a fight against the inevitable, and it should be done out of love, not desperation. Don't cry in the rain, don't sit in a puddle. Whatever happens, happens. Who knows what is good or bad. If you find happiness, enjoy it. If what made you happy disappears, remember it fondly and keep breathing. Strength comes not from the ability to stand firm, but rather from the willingness to bend with time.

Time, the great equalizer, will take everything from you. Including your pain.

Now live.