The first cut is always the most painful. But it becomes less painful as we advance in age, as we advance in time.
The cut cures; the scar stays, but the cut definitely cures.
Cut after cut, scar after scar, until there comes a time when fresh cuts stop hurting as much; a time when the scars have hardened so much, that even new cuts are not able to puncutre through.
We harden with time, in the good steadfast sense, but we also harden with time in the cold and indifferent sense.
To grow to endure some things, but to miss out on feeling anything.
Resilience is one side of the coin.
Complete numbness is the other.
It takes some cuts before new shoes fit comfortably.
