bust out...

one day I will...

time...

on a recent bicycle ride with a friend, in conversation he said...

"...time cures all."

it seemed to pause the words between us for a little while, as I continued to ponder about this comment.

we rode on, and the comment soon slipped out the back of my mind and onto the path behind me...

...later that night, I happened to be watching a documentary about aged care, and in-particular the care of those who suffered dementia.

as I watched the program, a comment from earlier in the day popped back into my mind, "time cures all."

how wrong this comment is.

time may have to power to cure some things, to make things grow, or die, to make things come closer together, or to push these things apart, yet it doesn't possess the power to cure all.

how I wish that old age might show me a different side of the world, not a sad side though.

how I wish that as those days pass me by, that they don't 'cure' me, but that they don't destroy me either...