Time

I have such a strong fantasy of traveling back in time.

I want to erase all those mistakes I've made.  I want to redo my life with a little more wisdom.

How could I have been so dumb to throw away so many opportunities?
So many friends, too.
So many things...

I can't stop imagining it.  All those things that I want to change keep replaying in my head.  I keep dreaming up different answers to those scenarios, but they all remind me of one thing: it's not possible.

Time travel isn't possible.
Time travel isn't possible.

TIME.  TRAVEL.  ISN'T.  POSSIBLE.

Then I think of the things I could screw up again.  Maybe I'd never meet any of you.  Maybe I would be part of a different crowd.  That would certainly be sad.

And there's things I don't want to live through again.  The death of my pets, the loss of friends, my parents' illnesses, the shame of my endless embarrassments.

But maybe I could solve those problems, if I could just redo the past.

Why can't I stop thinking about this?