The Powerless Past

I almost feel like it is a waste of time to write this blog. The power of the dream I had last night was immeasurable.

There I was, a young kid riding in this time machine smiling and flying through a time I didn't know personally, but the young man that looked just like me in my dream seemed to love it. And as fast as the dream and my flying fun began, the machine broke.

Thankfully my dream didn't break here!

I looked at the machine the same way Doc Brown would look at his creation. I was heartbroken. I was lost.

I scrapped together the metal, talked to some folks and together we put together a new time machine that was supposed to be better than the one I wrecked. I was broke and exhausted because all of my money, time, and energy went into this machine.

I didn't care, because I was going back in time. I stepped on the metal panels and electricity began to move through my body, but I didn't go anywhere. The electricity settled and the woman controlling the experiment told me the machine wasn't working and she would need more money to get it to work.

At this point in time, I was more broke and more exhausted. I didn't have the energy to get new materials or evaluate how disappointed I was.

I was disappointed in the machine, but more disappointed in myself because I aimlessly put so much effort into going back in time with no agenda instead of working to make my future great. I was familiar with this past, but my excitement about going back to the past meant I was regressing as a man.

To make a long story short, dwelling on the past will leave you broken and exhausted. You can reflect on it, but the way things appear and the way we remember them are not always the way the should have been or the way they should be.

Be fearless and fly into the future folks. Once you reach infinity, go beyond.