With old TV shows like The Jetsons or The Flinstones, in this day and age, we should have been surrounded by robots and machines assisting our every move and doing chores for us.
Little laundry robots that fold our clothes.
Self-watering plant pots.
Time machines.
Oh.
Time machines.
I feel like we fantasize about time machines so much that we don't realize that we already have that ability.
Yes, people.
We CAN time travel.
I'd like to ask my little physics friends that are over there drawing formulas in the back and shaking their head to chill for a second and listen to what I'm saying.
We can.
We do. All the time.
Have y'all heard of this thing called music? Super nifty thing. Rhythms and beats? Like together with a tune? I know, it's wild.
But in all honesty, music is our own very personal time machine. We all have different songs that take us back to moments in our lives.
Listening to Love Me Tender by Elvis Presley in this day and age takes me right to my small apartment in Pune, back in India when I was three.
When my mother would play this little cassette on sunny afternoons. We'd lie down together on the carpet next to the glass doors that overlooked the tamarind trees swaying in the wind and eventually fall asleep.
Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini takes me back to that Yoplait commercial I would see when all of my friends would get together after school and watch PBS Kids at someone's house. Beanbags. Foam blocks. And so much laughter.
Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls would be the only song on my iPod touch I would listen to on the way back home from the bus stop. Kicking leaves as the crisp autumn wind would kiss the tip of my nose.
Buy You A Drank by T-Pain and Kiss Me Thru The Phone by Soulja Boy would be the songs we would scream sing to in the car on the way back from some random party, the music deafening and our hearts free.
My first break up.
My last day of high school.
My first day of college.
The moment I felt comfortable in my own body.
The moment I realized that this was what love probably felt like.
The moment I could never get this moment back because it was just so dang beautiful.
We all have our own melodies that make time stand still and feel either our heartbreak or all the pieces come rushing back together in one swift movement. Our own personal time machines all encased in either our phones or CDs that collect dust on our shelves.
Dig out those playlists again. Your old iPod shuffle. That list you kept hidden away from the songs that reminded you of that trip or vacation. Your song with him. Or her. Or all of them.
Close your eyes and travel back in time. No futuristic gadgets. No electric buzzing.
Just you and the world you left behind.
