Lessons from a TimeTurner

I have always been a curious dreamer. I watched Harry Potter and Interstellar, and like most of my generation daydreamed about travelling backward and forward in time. It seems easy, doesn’t it? Even though time travel has its own set of rules and troubles, fact remains that if it existed, solving a lot of problems would be easier. So far, whenever I have thought about time travel, I’ve always focused on that component of it- actually going back in time to alter a specific set of events.

But today, for some reason unknown, I got round to thinking about what the concept of altering time means in the concept of reality(Of course, realities are as subjective as anything else, but if we consider the real world, that is the one which is similar for the people around us in a broad sense.) So what I’m saying is, what is time travel? You are effectively going back to the time period of your previous self, either in terms of taking your soul back with a full knowledge of things, or taking your body back- either way, it is the world where say, your six year old self exists. So the primary consciousness will be of that being, as long as you are going back to a time where you exist. This got me thinking about how we deal with things that happened to us in the past, especially tragic or sad events, and also about how we heal from them. It occurred to me as I was thinking about time, that to get past any pain, what we need is not more time, but the correct time. And by the correct time, I mean the moment or the period where we should have been allowed to deal with the pain, but for some reason it was suppressed.

Your dog died when you were seven, and your family never let you bury it or mourn it, and maybe they got a new pet for you. You moved on without really moving on, and then one day when you’re twenty it hits you- the pain. Maybe an old video, or an old collar. So what do you do then? Your twenty year old mind tries to rationalize it. You try to put forth all sorts of reasons- it’s been so long, it isn’t a big thing, and so on. But does it help? No. Maybe it resurfaces again when you are thirty five. Maybe you irrationally blurt out “No” when your child asks for a puppy because you think, it will die.

Then again maybe you’re like the sane 90% of the world and you don’t waste your time thinking at all. But if you are in that 10% that the world calls a fool, well I don’t really have solutions, but yeah I can tell you what I was thinking. So basically I was dealing with a lot of pain( not about the dog; I never had a dog) , and then I figured the reason it wasn’t getting better was that the right ‘Me’ wasn’t dealing with it. A seven year old’s way of dealing with grief would be different from a fifteen or twenty year old’s ways. So there I was, and I figured why not let the seven year old deal with it. It may sound a bit weird but what you need to do is look inside you for a really old piece of soul. It usually can be tugged out when linked with a memory, a colour, a smell, a person, anything. So I found it, the memory, a flash of blue, and with it came the soul. And that soul wanted to write a letter. To a loved one, about all the fun things we would have done but never got to do. So I let her write it. And then she wanted to draw pictures, of everything. So I let her do that too. And I stopped rationalizing and let her cry for a while about how life isn’t fair. Because she deserves to have the space to do that. And then I made a promise, to the seven year old me and my loved one, to be happy for their sake. Because they were good kids, and because they are.

And maybe most of you don’t think so much, but some of us do, and such absurd little things make us happy. So turning time is worth it, right?


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