Grant Me The Serenity...

To accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Time travel, like all other things we cannot have but aspire to achieve, gives some of the free thinking hippies the hope that their efforts to do good will, in the end, make a difference. I am one of those people. Granted, my methods and styling in bringing to you, The Reader, my contributions can be a little trying at times, which have lead some people to drop off the planet (and my follower list) but I accept there are some things I cannot change. In addition, I see a headline that is hard to swallow in its current (probably better written format) and proceed to flip the script and add a little flavor to the topic of the month with my own atypical spin doctoring, with courageous fingers typing cynical musings for your viewing pleasure.

Since I do not have a time machine to call my own, I resort to that which has always been my mechanism of travel, and think to myself how this world will be, when I am nevermore. But, in order to get there, I must start here-At the beginning of time. The beauty of nothing surpasses all that could and likely will be. Nothing. No light. No stars. No moons. No planetary means to escape to. Darkness is all that engulfs me. And silence,  a soundless thing that is only a figment of my imagination. After all, if I cannot hear it then how can it be anything at all? It brings me comfort as though I were eternally asleep. If I were logical, I might claim such inaccuracies as to suggest all living things do not live and die, but die in order to live. To make a beginning to an end, the start of something beautiful at the beginning of time. Now comes the twist. If there was nothing, this must mean there was always something. I have tried to think where nothing has always been nothing and find I cannot do so.

I am delighted by the nothing that exist as it contains purities I have not known since that initial breath I took, fresh from my mothers womb, when everything meant nothing and my existence meant only something to a select few. Those were the best of times, when everything was provided for me; food, shelter, love and protection from the elements; however, the flow of time brought change and like all things that change not all of them are for good. The present, for me, is a kaleidoscopic view of murder, rage, rioting, bombs exploding, buildings falling, people starving, countries revolting, regimes collapsing, polar ice melting, people destroying all that they touch in the name of surviving, and the shocking reality that our planet's ozone depleting. And these are just a few things that I am not controlling, some of which my understanding only bring further frustration at no one else listening. Life, it turns out, is utter chaos. The comforting darkness of the beginning is not so comforting in the here and now, for when my lights go out at night alarms are set, guns are cocked and ready, and the potential for someone taking their last breath is just as likely as the sun setting.

Capture this moment and hold it close to your hearts, because today is the first day of the rest of your lives not those before it. Those days have come and gone, congratulations you've made it another day. You're healthy and, for the most part, happy and hopefully you have someone to love who loves you back just as much. There are so many more of us who were not quite so lucky. They cannot change this, and we cannot change it for them. Technology has given us the inspiration to dream and writers like you and myself and so many others like us (even you too Ricky) offer a million dreams to pilot these monsters of invention into the next century; but, we all tend to forget how quickly all this can change.

We forget that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

I. Every object in a state of uniform motion tends to remain in that state of motion unless an external force is applied to it.


II. The relationship between an object's mass m, its acceleration a, and the applied force F is F = ma. Acceleration and force are vectors (as indicated by their symbols being displayed in slant bold font); in this law the direction of the force vector is the same as the direction of the acceleration vector.
 

III. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

It depends on us, the people, to choose the right faces which can be good or bad, depending on the figures put in place, to lead us into the future so that we might, one day, seek out that time machine we only dream and write about now. Until this day, God (whoever or whatever that might be) grant me the serenity, to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

In closing, since I think we all can agree Albert Einstein got this whole time travel ball rolling, I give you his own words to consider "The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed."