I Wish I Were
A time traveler.
Cocksure and brave, I would travel through the smoke and mirrors of space and time finding all the good and bad of the past. Living history one scandal, one disaster, and one war at a time.
The problem, of course, is that along with the greatness would come the sadness.
While I was bathing myself in the passion of Beethoven, the devastation of the great plague would be destroying families outside the concert hall.
Life brings joy and sadness, and it is said that you can’t embrace one without the other.
I suppose that this is true.
But a time traveler could make changes. Forget the rules of science fiction. When you go back in time don’t change anything because it will cause an adverse reaction in the future. After all, what if changing the time and place of Martin Luther King’s final appearance would have kept him alive? How rich our lives would have been. There is no doubt in my mind that the political climate of the 1960’s and beyond would have been forever effected, and that my generation would have been better for it.
Pain, sadness, joy and passion; these are the things of history and today. The world has been made up of them since it was cooling molten mass. Accept the sadness, celebrate the joys, and try to learn from the things that have failed. That may be the answer while we quietly hold the pain and joy of the past in our hearts.
I guess if we can do that, we are all time travelers.