Philosophical Monday: Time heals all wounds

A photo I took in a beautiful cafe in Hawaii - a reminder that  life is simply good.

People say that time heals all wounds.  But what really heals when so much time has lapsed? Is it moving on? Remanising?  Analysing until you have reviewed every moment; every still frame captured in time?  They say that when you love someone enough to let them go things become innately easier?  Yet how come I still see so many in pain?  How can you ever ask someone to stop loving someone who they gave their world too?  

Does not the healing process evolve in time?  Like a chain reaction to ones thoughts progressing - or does this occur after a specific action or moment in time?  Is this why you can never be friends witih an ex, because the love will never cease and no line will ever be drawn?  I ask my friends to have their pen ready to make a sketch on the pad and yet it they feel like they are drawing with invincible ink.  Watching every move they are making, characterised by a heavy sadness and yet here I am, standing on the sand as they continue to run back in the same direction in which they came.