Time is a wonderous thing

Wow, odd timing on this one.

I was looking for a particular post in my old LiveJournal (some may remember my “remix” of the Captain Planet theme song), and ran across something I didn’t really expect.

There was a period of time when I was pretty angry, hurt, and generally upset with a few certain individuals (myself included), the world, and life in general. Reading over those old posts, I expected to be hit with the same flood of emotions I felt when I composed them.

Instead of the fiery anger of a thousand flaming suns, I felt… nothing. Is it truly possible that time heals all wounds? I know that this episode in my life felt like it would never come to a close. But it looks like maybe it has.

Now, why is this relevant? You may have noticed in my previous post that I mentioned getting worked up at small things. These things, clearly, are forgotten faster than the deeper wounds, and in the long run, compared with the other hurtful moments in my experience, are insignificant enough to be nonexistent. So why do I still let them bug me?

Maybe next time I start to feel the anxiety of a similar episode, I’ll be able to put it in context a little better…

…(not likely)

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