//...strike!...\\

Thursday, December 24, 2009

I kind of stand firm with my ground, that is, time does not heal all wounds but it just numbs it.. Superficial wounds get covered up by the endless creation of new skin cells placed on top of it as time goes by, but wounds to the heart doesnt.. I can really see from my own point of views; it tells me that people who doesnt undergo any major trauma events in his/her life will surely believe time will heal all wounds.. No offence to people who feels their lives are smooth-sailing and i really congratulate them for this gift by the heavens, but i speak out more about people who are unable to stand up after receiving a huge blow, which to a certain extent includes me..

As the river of time flows on, the piercing pain will numb, but nevertheless still a pain once in awhile..
Memories stick to places, such that it continues to strike even when we thought that well, time heals all wounds..

Naive we are, if we allow the river to clense the wounds and do nothing else..

but really, there will be a point in the flow of time when this surge of hurt merges with our daily routines in life, such that when it strikes, pain will definitely be felt but not a foreign one... As we follow through the river of time, we initially count

how many steps we are from that fateful point in the flow,

then we count how many metres,

then how many kilometres,

then we measure in miles,

until we reach a certain point where we only remember that there is such a fateful point in the river, but lost sight of it from the endless flow of time.. But the wound remains within the heart, serving us as a reminder of how naive we were prior to receiving that blow to deserve this wound..

This message is dedicated to everyone nursing their wounds right now, there are more in life than looking back to the past and be affected by it, no matter how unavoidable it is.. Ride down the river of time and glance at the beautiful passing sceneries, for in hope that it may serve as a medicine to heal ourselves emotionally and spiritually...

And always, always look out for friends riding along with you in the flow of time.

After all, laughter's the best medicine, aren't they?

Merry Christmas :)

-For the woundeds, By a wounded

*as a signing off, personally i think the greatest courage is not forcibly showing a strong front to everyone but the reveal of our vulnerable side of us.. i hope i had that courage but then..

//Brandon struck at 6:12 PM\\