Time can heal wounds, but never the scars

  As usual, I spent few unexpected nice days, to face an expected sad event. I hate this life's game. Whenever you say "finally I had some nice time", life comes back and hits you hard to wake you up from your nice dream. 

  At least I am becoming more patient. The more I get hurt and disappointed, the more I become patient. I avoid overreactions, sometimes I don't even react. Doesn't matter anymore. 

In some cases, it is much better to give up on people and dreams than to fight for them. 

  I miss my innocence, my hope for a better tomorrow, my trust in people .... I remember how all used to feel like. 

  I listen (while typing) to some songs (in Arabic) that I used to enjoy before. I found them on my sister's old laptop.  Amazing how different I am now. I almost don't recognize the old me.  

  "All the poems" (كل القصايد in arabic) was one of my favorite songs. I was so broken by that time, and it described my pain perfectly. I used to sing it with my cousin, and cry about loosing my love. I forgot the song's lyrics now, I don't talk to my cousin anymore, and I don't even remember that lover's face. But once I heard the song, I felt the same pain again. Seems like time can heal wounds, but never the scars.

What a complicated creature we are!




                                                                                                                      Merry