They say “time heals all wounds.” How poetic. How comforting. And, oh, how utterly mistaken. Healing? No, time does not heal. Time is too mischievous for that. Like a slightly careless artist, time simply paints over the cracks — messy strokes of new experiences that camouflage the old. You don’t heal; you replace.

The heartbreaks, the losses, the embarrassments — you don’t get rid of them, do you? You forget them just enough for life to trick you into moving forward. It’s a sleight of hand, and we all play along because we like the illusion.

You just wished to wash your hands, and there it is, scrawled across the wall in purple graffiti — TIME HEALS NOTHING. IT JUST REPLACES MEMORIES. Well, that’s blunt. Thank you, mysterious wall writer. This isn’t the motivational poster you expected. Instead, you get truth: raw and dripping, like the leaky tap beneath that very sink

The mind is clever. When life gets painful, it doesn’t throw the bad memories away; it tucks them into some dusty mental loft. Out of sight, out of mind, but you don’t forget. You fill in the emptiness with friendships, laughter, and Netflix binges.

Is that a bad thing? Not necessarily. Replacement works! It’s efficient, like changing a broken chair. Why mend something old when you can bring in something new? Time doesn’t erase pain; it just changes the conversation.

Look at the sinks again. They are not symbols of cleansing; they are witnesses. People came to wash their hands, perhaps to cool their faces. But the graffiti stays, the memory intact.

Go ahead. Wash your hands. Smile at that graffiti. Then walk away — towards the next replacement or make your life beautiful. You can’t heal everything, but you can grow around your wounds. Some memories are like ink stains — impossible to scrub out entirely. So why not laugh about it?