I know it's too late now,
but I wish I could go back in time,
and start all over somehow,
and get it right from the start.
-- Jefferson Starship, "Find Your Way Back"
In moments of emotional troughs, I find myself wishing that I had the ability to traverse time, perhaps through a wormhole of some sort.
Given the chance to select a destination date, I would step back to sometime in 1997.
It was a time when my marriage was in a rough spell. My wife was starting to escalate her desire to have children. She wasn't at the "I'm going to leave you if you don't give in" stage yet, but she was on her way.
I would track my former self down, place my hand on his shoulder, and tell him to let her go. There are far worse things than having a failed starter marriage. Better to have her find a man who had the ability to fulfil her wishes in shorter order and with less pain.
Unfortunately, I know of no such wormholes. They probably won't come along in my lifetime. Unlike the lyricist above, I don't have the time to spend yearning for this folly.
From this moment onward, I bury this wish and abandon it to its demise. I must find a way back to her heart through the future.
