Time is cruel. Time steals away moments quietly and without notice. It sneaks in silently and slowly snuffs out the life of a moment and as you watch the fading light drift away from existence, you realize that it will never be the same again. Your heart breaks. It crumbles and you panic and try to collect the pieces so you can put it back together, but you know you will never be able to seamlessly repair it. It will never look the same. It will never function the same. It will never love the same way, ever again. You realize, as the embers fade and cease to glow, that reality as you know it is now forever changed. Your heart is so damaged, its unrecognizable. Foreign.
But time can also be kind. It can work tirelessly and discretely as it lays the foundation and the framework for what will someday be a brand new adventure. It can heal wounds in a way that no other remedy can. The scars remain but they give the roots of hope something to anchor onto and grow. It can feed it and create a dream that would have never grown in any other foundation.
Time can break you, it can burn you, but it can also heal you.