Time travel – and living in the present

Now, the other day (I say that because I am way behind on Bloganuary!) the prompt was: “If you could, what year would you time travel to and why?”

Well. I know this is going to sound “mushy,” but I would like to go back to 1981 – the year when I met my husband. Although no year is perfect, this was as close to perfect as it could be – especially as we had both just been through several seriously rocky years, before we met.

This is going to be a very, very short post (probably my shortest ever) because I don’t wish to go into all the details of our lives at the time. You might fall asleep. Suffice it to say that we had a son seven years later, and the following year the three of us came to Jamaica (1988 – the year of Hurricane Gilbert, so I could never say I wanted to go back to that).

The fantastic clicking, whirring time machine in “Dark.”

I love time travel stories. One of my favorites was “Dark” on Netflix – a German series which became gradually more mind-stretching. There was an actual time machine in it. It gave me strange dreams. And yes, it was dark. Complex and multi-layered, it has been described as “sci-fi noir” – a genre I particularly love.

Love across generations…and time. Jonas and Martha in “Dark.”

And yes, it was dark. I admit that I cried at the end.

I would not wish to go through the agonies and struggles (and deep confusion, at times) that the families in “Dark” went through. Time travel does not appeal to me personally. I would like to remain in the present – because as the late Thich Nhat Hanh said:

Only the present moment contains life.

Thich Nhat Hanh calligraphy.