I walked on to my old locker. No, I didn’t open it. I couldn’t have if I wanted to, the combination has long left my memory. And yet, it was there that I had a wave of sadness flow over me.
Today I found myself contemplating if there is, indeed, a way to pass what I’ve learned on to my future self, assuming of course that I am reincarnated as a different human. Interestingly enough, I believe I’ve found a way.
Time doesn’t stop and wait for you to catch up; it marches on, inexorably to our ultimate doom. We cannot stop it. Our choice, then, is to look backwards at our past or forwards to the future.
I remember when Man first walked on the moon. I remember the fall of the Berlin wall, and the rock star that "scooped" all of the major news networks. I remember the first time the World Trade Center was bombed. I remember when the Soviet Union withdrew from Afghanistan. I remember the end of the Vietnam War. I remember the Nixon impeachment.