Title: Methos Journals: Time
Short summary: Methos vents about an "old" saying
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There's an adage that I have heard many times in recent years, that is really starting to get on my nerves. Granted that recent years for me are the last 200 or so but that isn't the point now is it? The saying is "time heals all wounds" and I just want to go on record as saying that it's the stupidest, most inaccurate thing I have heard in quite a while, and that's saying something. Next time they start saying stuff like that they ought to check with someone who's been around for more than century.
Now don't get me wrong. I know that there are things that have hurt me that I have forgotten over the last 5000 years. The little things that happen to everyone happen to me too and just because I'm an immortal doesn't mean I'm any less human. However I'm not really talking about the little things. I'm talking about the big ones. The things that happen in your lifetime that continue to cause pain no matter how much time passes, no matter how hard you try to forget.
It isn't that time really heals the wounds that life brings our way. It's just that we stop thinking about it. We move on to other things in order to make the pain stop, at least for a while. We find something else that takes the place of whatever it is we lost, whatever caused us to hurt in the first place. Basically what it comes down to is we will ourselves to forget about it. It's not a wound healed. It's simply a hole patched in our hearts.
I have loved often through the years, more often than I probably should have. And I can tell you that I remember every single one of the people that I let get close to me in my lifetime. If I stop and think of them, the pain of the loss is still there and it always will be, but remembering the good times comforts me. It is how we all get through our lives. We find someone else to love, someone else to be our friend and companion, we move on. We don't forget.
I have learned many things and a lot of those things I wish I hadn't. I realize that I have become cynical and pessimistic and that I am oftentimes hard to like let alone love, but when your heart has been patched as many times as mine has it's hard to keep on caring sometimes. This might have been my hardest lesson in life up to this point. Time is not a healer of wounds. Love is not even a healer of wounds although it is the closest thing we have. It simply makes the pain something that we can live with.