When you are young, they tell you life will give you wounds and that time heals everything. Time does not heal; it only teaches you to look at the wound without flinching.

Then you grow older and you start noticing. It is then you see how people who once had happy, laughing personalities—the kind of people you thought were world conquerors—begin to change.

Something small at first: a subtle sadness in their laughter, a vacant gaze that wasn’t there before. You realize that they have been broken li...