ThisIbelieve :)

I believe in time machines. They might not physically exist, but there are such things as time machines.

Time machines have been defined as “a theoretical apparatus that would convey one to the past or future”. However, I think a time machine is that door you open before you step into your memories or creative world. Those who believe in the invention suppose it would look like a complex machine with blinking lights and numerous buttons in the middle of a dusty room. But all I envision is a clear glass door between me and my world of memories and imagination.

Because time machines posses the ability to transport me to the euphoric experiences I’ve had, I believe in them.

When my parents were going through another one of their countless fights, I hid in my room, one with an atmosphere of sadness, fear, and absolute confusion; all I could comprehend was my mom yelling at my dad to not leave home. I crawled out of my state of shock and did the only thing I could do; draw a picture for my dad. In crayon, I drew a stick-figure family standing in front of a big house, hands linked together with smiles on their faces. At the bottom of the page, I printed “I love you. Please don’t leave promise me” with my favorite pink pen. The next morning, I handed the picture to my dad and hugged him. He examined the picture closely and promised me he wouldn’t leave me; he didn’t come back that night.

But even though they’ve also brought me to despondent moments in my life, I still know time machine exists.

            True, my time machine doesn’t take me back to the past or into the future. However, my imagination helps me picture what it’s like. It conjures up an ancient world, with the guide of past history lessons, that I delve into whenever I step through my time machine. As for the future, my creativity paints a dreamlike prediction of what it will be like.

            No one knows what is going to happen in the future, not even time machines themselves. When you step into a time machine invention, you are transported into the past, present, or future with the possibility of altering what happens next. Technically, the invention writes the future, and whoever steps into the machine will revise it; these revisions are edits even time won’t know of until it finds out.

            The concept of a time machine is simply unfathomable to some people. Who could believe in a transportation device that holds the capability to bring someone to any time in the past, present, or future? But I know that one exists; it exists in my head. Whether I want to transport myself to 1892, relive my summer in 2005, or project myself to year 2020, I know my time machine will take me there.