There was a time when I felt deeply hurt by a close friend’s unexpected words. I carried that pain for days, constantly replaying the conversation in my mind. But as days turned into weeks, I noticed the sting began to fade. One evening, while sitting quietly in my garden and watching the sky change colors, I realized how much lighter I felt.
Time didn’t erase the memory, but it softened the pain. That quiet moment under the sky reminded me that healing doesn’t need to be rushed. Slowly, the weight lifted, and I could think of my friend without anger.
Experiencing this taught me how silently and gently time works. It doesn't demand attention but quietly mends what feels broken.
This experience has stayed with me, reminding me that emotions evolve, and with patience, they can transform into something more peaceful.
I understand what you're going through. With time, healing becomes easier, and things gradually start to feel better.
Yes, time has its own magical healing power, which I have experienced many times.