What would it be like to ride in a time machine. Just imagine, an electronic pod sitting in your living room equipped with a leather seat. Once you are strapped in, a counsel in front of you turns on with a display of colorful lights that aluminate two panels. The first screen instructs you to enter the date, time, and location where you want to visit. Then you’re directed to key in the date and time to return to your current place. After this is completed, the second monitor reveals instructions and pertinent information about the time period and location where you will be visiting.
With excitement building, you think about what you might encounter once you arrive until a smooth female voice interrupts your meandering thoughts. “Your trip is ready to start. Please press the green button to begin your journey. Thank you for touring with At Home Time Machine Travel.”
With some nervousness, you place your index finger on the green button and press. The pod begins to make a humming sound that builds to a loud buzz like a whir of bees flying around you. Your grip tightens on the armrest as you watch the living room become a blur with flashes of light streaking around you.
In hopes to ward off the dizziness, you close your eyes while the pod starts to vibrate vigorously. Then before you know it, everything stops and it’s quiet.
What will you see when you open your eyes?
“We travel, initially, to lose ourselves, and we travel, next, to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again—to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.” ~ Ray Bradbury
Starting a new year brings nostalgia causing me to ponder on my past. I wonder how I have come to this point and time in my life. I’m surprised how circumstances have changed my travel plans and decisions have modified the paths that I’ve traveled.
Sure, I have a few regrets but for the most part I don’t think I would change anything. I miss people that I love dearly that have passed on and are waiting patiently for me in heaven. The hardest part for me is when I time travel in the past and try to hear someone’s voice, it’s like trying to find the right tape to place in the cassette player to listen to. I’m not always successful and that frustrates me. The live shots I have stored in my brain sometimes get fussy, but I like to replay these, they bring me comfort. The best moments of traveling in the past are the pleasant thoughts that make me smile. It’s like being in my own mini theatre playing short clips on the screen of my mind and I pray that these thoughts are never forgotten.
“There’s going to be moments in life where you are going to want to turn back — that’s when you have to go on.”— Ritu Ghatourey.
Thankfully, the past is in the past. There is nothing to be done with the history of my life but to except and learn from them.
So, when I travel in my time machine I must come back to the present. I don’t want to get stuck in the past because that means I’m not living in the present. I have a new year ahead of me that needs to be stepped out into and be experience. I’ll have forks on my journey where I’ll make decisions as I work towards goals and dreams I want to conquer. Thank goodness the future is not set and is full of possibilities that are endless!
“We all have our time machines, don’t we. Those that take us back are memories…And those that carry us forward, are dreams.” – H.G Wells.
What will this year bring you? I wonder, will it be full of adventure with new discoveries? Maybe a chance to get acquainted with new people you haven’t had the pleasure to meet yet. It could be that this year will be a time of restoration of relationships or health. But whatever it may be, if you travel back in time, do it to learn from it and to enjoy memories. Then, come back to the present and boldly go forward to take in all that God places in your path and when you reach the end of 2023 you can proudly look back and say, “It is well!”
“I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past.” – Thomas Jefferson