When I was younger used to wish I could go to the future. I wanted to know what was going to happen. When was I going to die? How was I going to leave this beautiful world? Would I grow up to be a soldier or would I grow up to be a rock star? I wanted a time machine to tell me my entire life. I wanted what every other kid wanted, the future.
As I grew older I wanted to go back in time to the past. I wanted to relive the happiest moments of my life and recreate the worst ones. I wanted to keep experiencing the first time I laid my eyes on a teddy bear, my fifth birthday party, and the time my dad came home for good. I wanted to see happiness with the most innocent eyes. I wanted the past to become the future.
When someone asks you if you would rather go back in time or if you would rather travel to the future, would you say past or future? Would you rather relive old memories or seek new happiness?
Let’s say a friend answers they want to revisit the past. Why? It seems foolish to want to keep living in the past. Wouldn’t you rather want to create new memories? To say you’re scared of the future is the same as saying you’re scared of trying new ice cream. You try something new everyday, so what’s the difference with making new memories? Why hide in the past?
Now, you have another friend and they say they would like to visit the future. Why? By seeing the future you’ve wasted your time and your life. By doing this you’ve ruined your story and threw away your imagination. There is nothing left for you but a ruined story. At this point, why live?
I would never want to go back in time. If I did, I would be going to a time that I mourn. To go to the past is to live in Hell. The past is terrorized, but I do not want to terrorize my own future. My future should be lived, I shouldn’t damage my own life just for the fun of it. Time travel is an atrocity I do not want to experience.
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