Time eats everything

[colormesuprised]

I think it's difficult to ever feel like time moves, especially when you're in the thick of it.
I absolutely hated hates hated it when people would just tell me that things will get better, because they just had nothing else to say.

But one of the things that my godfather has said that's helped me a lot, is that "time eats everything."

Not something that was said positively or negatively, but just a statement of fact, everything gets consumes by time.
Everything, and it reminds me how everything eventually evolves and changes.

I've been diagnosed with dysthymia, and sure yes, it feels like a long long long tunnel, but instead of wanting desperately get out, I've been more patient with myself, and that when I feel awful, it isn't the end of everything, and things will not be the same tomorrow. And I have no way of confirming if it will change in a way that gets better or worse, but that's a process that I'm content with going through.
I am making progress, even if the people around me don't see it, because they're not me, they don't know how it feels, and that's okay!

 

[BrainShower]

Sorry to be lame, but here is a poem that I enjoy that may apply.
And if not, I apologize.


Ozymandias - Percy Bysshe Shelly


I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."