Time Travel

No, this isn’t just a “Back to the Future” appreciation post, although huge S/O to that movie and the millions of people it has taunted due to Marty McFly’s nonexistent hover board.

In actuality, this is me just reflecting on history. Everyone is desperate to travel in time. It’s a common question you ask people when you want to get to know them.

“If you could go back in time, what era would you live in?”

“If you could go back in time, what would you change?”

“If you could go back in time, would you?”


Human nature is defined by curiosity. Curiosity is fueled by regret. Regret is a societal creation that turns into human nature. And, wash, rinse, repeat.

Well, personally, I think time travel does exist.


Open a book. Go to a museum, and actually read the descriptions underneath the relics. You’d be surprised what a day of wandering a building filled with art and old history could do to you.

Travel. Book a plane ticket to Rome, and gaze over the Forums and touch the Colosseum. Take a day trip to Pompeii, see the catatonic disaster lost in time. Take a train to Paris. Go to the Eiffel Tower, reflect on the World’s Fair. Go to Berlin, walk the Berlin Wall. Look at the Graffiti and try to imagine being abruptly separated from your family one fateful morning when one Berlin became two.

Maybe if we all stopped looking so hard, and we looked around instead we could take a moment and travel through time and learn from the mistakes and incredible feats from those before us.