You cannot be in the present and prepare for the future if you are living in the past. Our minds, our time machines, can become a snare that traps us and keeps us from truly living our lives and helping others. Please read this blog post. I hope you enjoy and appreciates what the author is saying in this piece.
You wouldn’t forget things.
You wouldn’t lose things. Or people. That in itself is enough for most people. Never having the gut wrenching realization when you wake up in the morning, that Oh My God he is dead. Having been blessed with a certain forgetting in your sleep. Never knowing what that remembering feels like, that feeling of a limb gone suddenly missing, without warning. Never forgetting a book that you stayed up 3 nights in a row like a lover only to realize 6 months later you don’t remember a single detail of those nights.
You would have an escape when all you wanted to do was close your eyes and slip into time and be part of the fabric of its wings. It would be like you finally knew what it meant to get somewhere.
My own time travel machine is a subtle bubble, fragile as a bird…
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