I woke up in the wee hours last night from a strange dream. It was a sort of infomercial for a product called Time Bomb, which "destroys the barriers between the past and the future!" The idea was that you could use this product to take you back in time and change things you didn't like in your life (I'm not sure if you could change anything other than your own life, although there was a vivid visual of an aquarium blowing up, not sure what THAT means at all). "No more regrets!" was the sales pitch, because you could use the Time Bomb to fix whatever it was that you can now see was a mistake.
Lying half-awake and musing on this, I tried to think what I would use the Time Bomb on in my past, and what kind of difference it would lead to. I'm still thinking about it, but on the whole it seems that the relatively little stuff (ill-conceived romances, choices about education or money or habits) would not be worth using my Time Bomb on, and the bigger stuff (REALLY ill-conceived romances, vocation/career choices) shouldn't be changed because they've been my important lessons. It seems wrong to go back and opt for less pain, or less struggle, or more happiness. Sure, it might be nice to own a house now, have some money in the bank, maybe have a grandchild someday, or at least some health insurance! But regrets? They don't fit my cosmology, my sense of the right thing happening at the right time for the right reasons. I have to even apply that to national or planetary events, as horrifying as that can be sometimes to accept.
It all keeps coming back to thinking about the present moment, and why it is perfect, and where I go from here, so that the Time Bomb doesn't even tempt me in the future. Will I regret tomorrow how I spent today? Will you?
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