Time heals

Time forces us into a corner, wags its finger and cautions us to move on. This happens in the form of friends, neighbours and colleagues. They are the transport out of our misery and sorrow. The hugs, the genuine "how are you?" in our daily greetings. That's time. It heals. Very slowly though. Sometimes I'd want to stay and mourn forever because I felt a smile was betrayal to the one I mourn. But as time goes by, I feel left behind. I want to move on or else I risk exploiting the hugs, the genuine "how are you?" and the support of friends. So time pulled me aside, wagged its finger and told me to move on. And I submit. I have time on my side. Good morning friends!