the concept of time can be comforting, but also scary at the same time. it’s a comfort, knowing that your wounds would slowly close itself up as time passes by. but it’s also scary, that when you think about it, we really are only insignificant beings, in the face of time.
it is both scary and comforting, when i realized how easy it is to move on from the past. people that you once thought couldn’t live without, suddenly become a supporting character in one of your chapters of life. the name that you swore would never forget, suddenly becomes “that one friend that i had back in high school.”
and what’s even scarier, is that, sometimes it is beyond our control. time just… took them away from us without our consent. names, places, memories. and most of the time, we wouldn’t even feel the loss and grief that should’ve come with losing them.