Sometimes it gets hard to believe that you actually went through all those things, been to all those places done all the things you have done.

Just as time is a healer of all things, you begin to realize, it does not heal, neither does it make you forget; it simply erodes. It chips away slowly, and before you know it, you begin to question yourself.

That is how cruel time is.

It does not stop. It does not sleep. It does not eat. Until it has taken each and every one of us.