It’s often said that time heals all wounds…
But what about the things time refuses to heal?
What about the things time chooses to test?
We learn the worth of what is built to last only by watching it endure the slow trials of time.
Does it erode under pressure?
Does it fracture when stressed?
Does its luster fade with the passing years?
Or perhaps the flaw is in us…
We walk away too soon, before giving it the chance to live up to what we hoped it could be.
The measure of love is the measure of its keeping.
It lives in patience, persistence, and the quiet promise of permanence, in the things we seek so deeply…
and so rarely find.
By: Ishaan Cheema