I like to read a lot of different stories: fiction, fantasy, historical fiction, sci-fi, fanfiction, poetry, drama. There are subsets in each of them that I like to read as well, but today I was just thinking about one set that I’ve been reading a lot in the last few months.
The chance to go back and do it all over again.
It has its allure, after all, have we not all thought at least once about how we would do something different should we have known then what we know now?
How could you know it if it hadn’t happened?
My past, no matter what parts I may dislike (or hate or have forgotten…) is what has made me who I am. Without the experiences of messing up and getting hurt, I lose what I have become.
Time travel sounds like a promise to have a new day, but what if it comes at the cost have having no day at all because you can’t even remember what was there before.