Time Capsule


 Since childhood, I have always been a fan of the Back To The Future franchise. In fact anything to do with playing around with the concept of time has always tickled my fancy. The concept of time within our reality had always been so bland and orderly. Everything boils down to being either in the past, present, or future. All events have a start and an end. Things are always going to pass through time in a linear and predictable manner. So, it's always exciting to wonder what could happen if the laws of time could be bent.

I have had countless thoughts and experiments in my head about how to travel backwards and forwards in time. The possibilities of evading events that have already happened, or preparing for future events with perfect knowledge of how they are going to happen preemptively. These are all delightful but illusive  ideas to ponder upon. It is often said where we think about in terms of time reveals  what is in our hearts. Those who are overly concerned with the past are those who are regretful about things past. Those who are concerned with the future are anxious about the things that are yet to become. 


I find myself under certain circumstances,being in a state that is in between, neither moving forwards nor backwards. Just feeling stuck.This is often offset when it feels like I am not progressing the way I desire to. This feeling of stagnation is heightened when I compare myself to peers who seem to be increasingly far ahead. I find myself convinced that I am trapped in a pocket of time, where all the clock faces never change. It's as though one is stuck on Monday blues yet everyone else is saying TGIF (thank God it's Friday). 

In those times to cope with these sentiments of confinement, I record what it is I am feeling. In a way as a message in a bottle to myself in the future. I do it in hopes that in the future the situation will change. In a sense the concept is similar to that of a time capsule. Where a group of people come together to place different memorabilia into a container. This container is then buried to be later dug up many years later. This is done to remind those in the future of the life of those in the past who buried the capsule. 


This has taught me time and time again about the transient nature of life. Things will not always remain the same, no matter how good or bad it gets. It gives me the ability to look back and see the the thoughts and the person I was before and after getting into the time pocket. Whatever it is or wherever you are things will not stay the same for long, ride the wave and know that another tide is coming.

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  1. AnonymousJune 18, 2024 at 1:08 PM

    Loved reading this! What a wonderful take in the idea of time!

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  2. AnonymousJune 18, 2024 at 8:33 PM

    So happy to see another blog post up

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