We always thought that “time” heals everything, but the truth is, time only makes us acquainted with the bitter habit of endurance. Time doesn’t heal wounds; it only teaches us how to live with the pain so quietly that we no longer feel the need to scream.
Many of us, in the end, are merely exhausted versions of ourselves; the same people who once entered this world with all their passion, and now are simply waiting for another day to end, without ever finding a meaning within it.