I live at number 22.
And literally, apart from family and friends, no one cares. You read this and you think isn’t that nice, he relates to the number 22.
As for time I don’t agree that it doesn’t heal. I think it allows us the opportunity to forget and to allow new experiences to push the pain further away. It doesn’t mean we forgive the source of the pain for that is another aspect to our characters I think.
We do live with the pain of the past, we can’t not, but we don’t have to let it run our lives.
We all have things in our past and present that cause us pain and grief.
We all have bad days, though since I stopped working those days have reduced considerably.
I remember once listening to a learned man saying it is through suffering that we grow. It is true; suffering teaches us something about ourselves, about others and points us towards an understanding of ourselves and those around us.
There have been days in my past where I thought pain and anguish were never going to end. Like dreams I had where I found myself trapped in a place there was no going forward only retreat was my only option.
But things do get better, especially when you remove yourself from the source of so much pain.
Then begins the process of moving forward, of forgiveness, of coping and understand who you are and the limitations you have.
That process I am finding is life long.
Did I tell you I live at number 22?