I don't know how to put it in simpler words or try to make it so hard to understand that you don't actually understand. But i have to say it...and maybe i will say it trying to juggle between the two ways. It's a fact and we see it every day...a freshly bloomed flower always blooms the prettiest. And I have heard time heals..but i have also known time makes things fane. I am still paradoxial whether the flow of time is good or bad. But whatever it is, it isn't a slave of my will and will continue to run its way. It will heal all the pain all the scars that you are scared of. But it will also make things fane. Things will fane and fade and get diminished maybe. And there isn't any denying it. But i know i am never letting my canvas turn white again. I painted it with all my heart, and it's run down it's impression on the two of us. If time is the river .. And i am standing right under it's waterfall and painting my canvas. Then don't you worry. I will be a determined artist...i will hold tight to my brush...and keep repainting every second. And if it's in your will...grab your brush and your palate....and let's play with the fast flowing river. But the ground rule is one and it's simple as ever. Our canvas shall never turn white again. So do you paint?