# Time Doesn't Heal, It Forces You to Adapt <span style="font-size: 13px;"> <span style="color: black;">Planted:</span> <span style="color: gray;"> 16 October 2025</span> </span> My personal taboo word for this year is "healing." Apart from it feeling like a trend that many use without any deeper meaning, I also despise how it's become a pejorative. And one quote that triggers a similar aversion is: "Time Heals All Wounds." I am a firm believer of: no, it doesn't. It leaves you no choice anyway. Time moves on, indifferent to your feelings, your state of mind, or the situation you find yourself in. It's an immutable force that offers no alternative. The only freedom we have within it, is in its composition - and not even that, at times. The things we choose to do with it are often not even a true choice drawn from absolute freedom. I am no believer in the concept of healing, be it through time or [[The Beauty of Wandering Heedlessly|distractions]]. Time moves on, distractions distract. Time forces you to adapt. It forces you to live with the consequences of whatever happened. But especially when deep-rooted emotions are tied to what life hits you with, a history, something or someone that truly mattered, I don't believe there is ever any true healing, only adaptation. You simply adapt to life without what you have lost. But broken glass stays broken, and if pieced together again, it will always have visible fractures and show a damaged, distorted reflection. I see no healing in this. Only functioning. Continuing. What is shown in its reflection can still [[The 100kg Milestone|progress and grow ]] though, which to me is a sign of significant strength and will. But the fractures stay. The distorted reflection, stays. A lasting reminder, whenever looked at. But is this healing? Personally, I don't think so. And I'm no believer either in us being able to replace our mirrors. #thoughts