Time Itself Doesn’t Heal

What? What do you want, wind?

I’m watching you for over a minute now. You became extremely tense, making my walking difficult.

Are you trying to test me? Do you want me to prove something? Do you want me to realize that I can keep walking, no matter what? Is that the point?

Look at me, then! I keep walking, though my face is exposed to cold, my hair has almost been uprooted from my skull, my eyes become watery by your force, and my body struggles to resist retreating! — Stop asking if I’m pissed. Of course I am! For now — . And, I keep walking.

So, what? Is that all? Am I considered strong now?

Oh, God! If only it would be that easy!

Just keep walking isn’t enough. It isn’t the point.

How I keep walking though, — oh yes! — there is a point in that.

• Will I keep walking still being pissed with you?
• Will I blame you for the fact that I’m going to be late for an appointment for which I didn’t depart on time from home?
• Will I get stuck to the “windy” situation even when I’ll return home?
• Will I ruin the rest of my day, by narrating the unpleasant experience?
• Will I pass on the responsibility for myself to a simple, natural phenomenon — or others, or society, or my parents who didn’t give birth to me on another planet with no “strong winds” — ?
• Will I compromise with what’s happening on the surface?
• Will I observe myself during the whole thing, while experiencing difficulty?
• Will I search inside to find what you triggered in there, or I’ll stay on the childish behavior of pointing my finger at a factor outside of me?

And, if I dig inside, will I start feeling guilty and useless instead of transforming the realizations into means for my metamorphosis?

• Will I uncover and see my ability to keep my consciousness untouchable and impenetrable by the external conditions?
• Will I widen my perception and try to expand myself to the range of my Self?
• Will I listen to the tirelessly transmitted signals of the divine soul I have within?

Will I?

I can also say “time heals”, and just stay there. Oh, how superficially this phrase is usually interpreted! I just have to sit here, doing nothing, and time is going to fix everything for me…

Time heals, yes.

But, only when I realize it’s not the one that’s moving; I am!

Time heals when I trust life and I accept that everything comes as needed.

Time heals when I say “OK life, you do your part of the job, and I’ll also do MINE”.

Time heals when I am aware of my motives/thoughts/actions/reactions, as often as possible.

When I have a wound on my skin because of an accident, I trust my body and I know that its workers have already started the reconstructing process. But, I co-act with it. I take care of the trauma, I observe its recovery route, without focusing on that, but on myself within the situation; I am aware of the processes “running”, and — in parallel — I keep flowing through my day. I know that if something more dynamic will be needed, the wound and my body will give me a sign. I have no control over what will happen with the wound. My constant self-observing and my contact with “now” as often as possible, reveal what is the suitable next step in any given phase. But, getting stuck on the wound — or any other “wound” — is as useless and enslaving as moving on without self-awareness/ without me being the object of my research.

So, dear wind, I’ll try to become a windmill now to produce something useful with the opportunity you offered. I won’t keep whining about you, and I won’t …just keep walking, letting time heal the wounds. Because “along with Athena, I have to move my hand”.

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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives