Time Travelers

Time travel is a common theme in many works of fiction. The first time I was introduced to concept was in late elementary school when I read H.G. Wells’ Time Machine. That was also among the first science fiction novels I ever read. The idea is intriguing. Traveling back in time must represent a deep desire by humanity to go back and fix mistakes and a desire to see what the future holds.

clockIf reality does exist in this life then we are all time travelers. Time is linear going only in one direction, forward. I won’t discuss the scientific details of how time progresses at different rates based on how far up or down we are. The notion of time going slower as we leave the planet is pretty well known. Whatever the speed it still marches forward along a linear progression. Once a moment has passed on to the next it can never be recaptured and we cannot see what the future holds. We can generalize on the future but never for a moment will we ever be able to see it. Once it arrives it is now. The only time that ever exists for us is this moment, the here and now. One second past is gone, one second into the future hasn’t been lived yet. The only time that exists is the present moment.

What we do with those moments that comprise our lives is the most important thing we need to concentrate on. Decisions we make the actions we take, great or small, will affect all the moments to come. Some in big ways others in miniscule ways. Love, hate, and indifference all impact our future moments. Even in our inner thoughts there is an effect. Our attitudes, the actions of our future moments, the relationships, everything that makes this life will be determined by each moment we live.

Yes, I look forward to the future, I have dreams, and hopes and aspirations. I cannot say if any of those dreams, hopes or aspirations will transpire, but the thoughts and actions of this moment and each moment that will follow will be a part of that progression toward those dreams, hopes and aspirations, whether ultimately they are realized or unrealized.

When I was a child, I spent a lot of time with the elderly by choice. I lived just a couple blocks from a nursing home. I visited the residents there on a regular basis and loved each and every one of them. I did different things with each and loved them as grandparents. At that point I was the chronic grandchild and they were all my grandparents. I loved them so much that I looked forward to becoming old and being like them. I’ve always wanted to be old. Well, I’m not quite ready for a nursing home, or whatever they are called today, but, I am becoming like those elderly who influenced my life in my childhood. Instead of the chronic grandchild I am now the chronic grandma. All this because of the many consecutive moments in my childhood and the choices I’ve made in using those moments.

I choose to love children, I choose to love everyone. That choice gives me great joy. Certainly some are easier to love from a distance, but, I still choose to love.

Moments, Sunday I chose to use my moments tackling the neglected kitchen. This moment I’m pleased with the result and I’m sure that should my moments continue, I will be relieved that I used those moments wisely because the tasks of the day will be much easier. Had I chosen to use those moments differently I’m sure I would be hurrying around frustrated that I had not. Small things, small choices in each moment with effects on future moments. As I time travel to the future I always land in a present created by moments of another present time that are no more. In this now I have a clean kitchen because of the moments throughout this day that I chose to use to clean. A nice effect that will last at least through the moments of the coming morning.

Choose wisely what you do with your moments. We never know just how many more of those moments we have left. Live, love, and take joy in each moment. For a life lived joyfully is time travel well spent.

May your time travels be blessed,

Grandma Peachy

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About grandmapeachy

I am a retired grandmother and amateur quilter. Generally I do not discuss religion and politics with people other than my family and even then I do more listening than talking. Because I dislike confrontation this blog is a way for me to express opinions that I hold on these and other issues without having to delve into controversial discussions with others who may not agree with me. I am also an avid supporter of indie authors. There are a lot of great books that are not available through traditional publishing and I believe that these stories need to be brought to the attention of the reading public.
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