You can’t go back. It’s that simple. You can’t go back in time. Oh, you can dream about the past. You can reflect on past events. You can wish time travel existed. But you can’t go back.
You can adjust and adapt to what happened. You can try to live with the choices made and make the best out of it. You can learn and teach from the past experiences. But they won’t change the past. The fight. The tragic loss. The what if…only if moments of the past are still there like red flags marking the moment in time when it all changed. So how do we deal with this unavoidable truth. This unavoidable loss of our lives as each day slips away.
You think about the babies killed in Newtown. You close your eyes and pray for time travel to change the day. Be tardy to class. Or stay home for some reason. The “or” fills the air. But in the end you realize none of us are promised anything. None of us have any real say in how the day plays out. So we simply must nod to that fact, live grateful for each day we share with those who matter. Promise ourselves we will choose wisely on how we spend our time and live each day as if it counts. Open your eyes to the beauty of change. To the unpredictability of the day and embrace those who matter.
Time matters. A smile matters. A giggle matters. A helping hand matters. We are all ageless since we only have right now. We are simply us …now.
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