The Bloody Doors Off

If I could go back in time and relieve one moment.

Huh.

Why this question, tonight?

I’m watching a movie on HBO called ‘Frequently Asked Questions about Time Travel’. A BBC telefilm that mucks about with the premise of 3 guys in a pub who end up tripping through time through a leak in time in the men’s loo. Yes, utterly dumb and charming.

And then I watched this video:

It made me laugh. It broke my heart. It made me feel.

And I realized I really haven’t been feeling anything for a while. Oh there’ve been moments. But nothing sustained.

So if I could go back in time, I’d want to find a moment that sprung forth an extended period of feeling good.

The frustrating thing. In this moment I can picture the individual moments, the jumping off points. But I can also see their inevitable end. I’d know what was coming, and it would seep into the enjoyment and dull it.

That’s what I hate most. I can’t just enjoy the memory, so why would I want to go back and relive it? Which means the real answer is I wouldn’t want to go back to that moment.

So what I need now is to make new moments and enjoy them.

Sounds easy, right?

HA.

How do I do that?