HOW TIME FLIES

CHRONICLE OF A TALE

Wishes are made when we think there is something we want to change in the past, something we need ASAP in our present life, or something we know we need in the future.

Since my childhood, I have wished a time machine was real because there are things I would have loved to change, starting from my preschool age. 

I really wished Daddy didn't have to leave us. I wished I could go back in time and tell him the effects of leaving us in another city. The truth is that there are a lot of things that I would have loved to change, but this is the peak of them all. I guessed that leaving then brought other problems. Despite his return two years later, the but has set in.

This is that fractured part of our lives, and I bet a lot of people can connect with it. There is always a point where everything changes, and even as we get older, we can't get over it because we are still dealing with it.

There is always a "WHAT if—the probability of assuming it was like this. Now, I don't want to assume; I just want to PAUSE AND RESET. I would have the opportunity to ask him to stay, tell him why he needed to stay, and properly show him that there is always a way, even in the tunnel.

Saying I have overcome it is a lie, but I have come to terms with it. Not every problem can be solved, and not every battle is won. Some experience is not even needed, but what one can do is left to fate or life to decide for us.

#I HOPE MY OWN DOESN'T GO THROUGH THE SAME THING...

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