Time never gives explanations,
but through its perpetual silence, it reveals everything.
With its relentless advance that grants no respite,
with its gift of turning the fleeting into the immortal,
it teaches without uttering a word,
it reveals truths without needing a voice.
In its language there are no arguments or justifications,
only acts that speak for themselves,
moments that become memories,
pains that become scars,
hopes that become tangible,
and tears that evaporate under the sun.
Pain does not explain it,
but it does guide the path to healing.
It does not define love,
but it leaves its mark on every small gesture.
It does not offer eternity,
but it leaves marks that withstand the passage of time.
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