If I had a time machine

If I had a time machine, I would destroy it.

The time machine, a time travel machine, can take people to the past or the future. It is like a magic spell, mesmerizing; it is also like a lake with shimmering waves reflected by moonlight, intoxicating. Over the years, more and more people fantasize about riding in a time machine, going through a time tunnel and going to any era they want. I don't know, even if it is true that there is a time machine, even if you can really reach the past or the future, so what? When you get there, when you see the mistakes you have made in the past, do you want to correct them? When you see your future misfortune, do you want to change yourself to avoid the misfortune from happening? If so, even if your past is still the past, your future has long since ceased to be the future.

Both the fate of one person and the fate of the whole world are long predetermined and unchangeable, and are like time that never returns. The gurgling stream flows forward, it can not flow back to you; time passes little by little, it is impossible to dial their hands back to the beginning. If the stream can flow backwards and time can go back, how can the past you and the present you form a complete you? How can the world of the past and the world of the present become a world with its own true colors? If you say you go back to the past just to avoid tragedy, because you do not want to spend the whole day drowning in sorrow, but also do not want to experience the only remaining memories of helplessness. Then I would say, give it up. Even if you try your best to make this tragedy to avoid this point in time, it is impossible to avoid the next point in time, because this tragedy is destined to happen. It is like a bird escaping from a cage, free from its painful prison, but can not get rid of the cold shotgun and the long cold heart, from the beginning to the end has not been able to escape from the palm of human hands. If you say you are going to the future just to know what you have become or when your soul will return to the West, because you feel like a wild beast that is now very confused, do not know where is the way back. Then I would also say, give up. Even if you can see the future and take it all in, it is impossible to follow the path you have in mind, because you can no longer see yourself when you know the future, and you have gradually lost yourself in the process of walking. You are still like a confused beast, but with an added layer of fog and a sense of sadness.

The impact of the time machine, like the waves rising from the sea, is unceasing and reverberating. It is also like those who have to land the sea water because they are driven by the same kind, taking away some mud at the same time, also left a piece of dirt.

So, if I had a time machine, I would destroy it.

But, this is only my previous view.

Now, I want to say that if I had a time machine, I would cherish it.

If I had a time machine, I would cherish it, would take it into my arms, would put it in my heart, would love it as a treasure. Because I want to let the time machine to take me back to the past, take me back to the past with good memories. Do not seek the future, only the past. Maybe some people will tell me some time never return, maybe there will be a bunch of scientific principles to persuade me, but I will still insist on wanting to go back to the past, although I used to reject this idea. I want to take a time machine back to the past, want to return to the carefree days of childhood, want to extend their time with their families, want to freeze the initial innocence and beauty forever. Although the past is still as thorny as the present, but with the beauty of the present can no longer be found; although I know that all the beauty will be turned into smoke and dissipated in the world, but I am still willing to endure the heart-breaking pain when empty hands again, just to have the beauty of the long-established into my blood forever in the heart. I am not afraid of the repeated torture of pain, but afraid of reaching out and grabbing the bubble; I am not afraid of the abyss of doom that awaits me, but afraid that I will end up as an inflexible shell. I am looking forward to it, and I am afraid of it. Maybe only a time machine can make my small wish magnified into reality, maybe only a time machine can leave a few hints of real color to this world.

I only wish that the good again, memories are engraved again. Can the time machine accompany me on my return journey?