Gavin’s Adventures in Time and Space: Volume I

by Daniel Slaten

A time bender here.

Gavin heard somewhere that if you could send the Earth backwards around the sun then you could literally turn back time. Don’t laugh. It makes sense if you look at things a certain way. Or do laugh. What do I care?

So, being the type of person who spent more time ruminating on the past than dreaming of the future, Gavin set about to turn back time. And who could blame him? Getting old is not for the faint of heart. Aging is a game of maintenance and perseverance. It becomes a bit exhausting at times. And Gavin was tired of being exhausted.

Not being one to accept failure, Gavin eventually, after a number of false starts, sent the Earth spinning backwards around the sun. Don’t ask how. Or do – but this isn’t the time or the place for explaining that one. It’s all quite complicated. There’s lots of math involved. Very boring stuff if you ask me. Very dry, certainly.

So Gavin waited patiently as he and the rest of the 7.4 billion people on the planet spun backwards and . . . nothing happened. Well, that isn’t quite true. Something happened, just not time travel. Mass confusion happened, of course, but time travel as in returning to one’s lost youth? No. Not that. Not that at all.

In the end Gavin had to face the cold hard truth of his reality. He could not stop time (which he had tried once, but that’s another story entirely). He could not slow down time (also attempted with spectacularly unsuccessful results). He could not travel backwards through time. He could only go forward in time, which meant growing old and losing all the things he held dear (and finding new things to hold dear as he lost the old things he held dear and then eventually losing those things too). Yes, he would grow old, and he would die. He knew this, finally, after all of his failed attempts to manipulate time and bend it to his will.

So Gavin decided to live in the moment, to embrace what little time he had instead of bargaining for more or trying to reset the clock on moments already lived. This was all he could do. There were simply no other options. And once he realized this he became a much happier person. Not perfectly happy. Not always happy. Not a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day happy. But he was less restless, less mopey, and more willing to embrace his existence for what it really was.

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