If only I lived a hundred years ago, I could meet my ancestors and talk to them about their dreams and their struggles.  I could immerse myself in a culture that was rich in tradition, of which only echoes are now left.

If only I could go back to my childhood, I could enjoy pure friendships and family life.  I could kiss my father again, I could have a conversation with my mother, and I could have a sleepover with my best friend and our dolls.  We could dream of our future and imagine what life may bring to us.

If only I could live in the future, I could meet my descendants and see how large my family has grown.  I could see what kind of world they live in and know if our current fears and hopes were realized.  I could see for myself what must be left to my imagination now.

If only I could learn to appreciate the present, I could spend time with my friends and family, I could tell them that I love them, and I could find the contentment that is in each moment, whether it be a moment of joy or pain.  I would know that what I have now, I have never had before, and I would never have again.

If only . . .

 

 

http://www.theresadodaro.com    Author of The Tin Box Trilogy