I could go back to the 70’s when I was a kid and I was happy.
I was thin again.
I was pretty.
I didn’t have deformities, disorders, medical and emotional limits.
I wasn’t bullied.
I had different parents.
I had siblings.
My family loved, valued,and respected me.
I could reconnect with my aunt and cousins that blew us off since 1980.
I could still go to the ashram.
The Church was’t going to be making all these changes to the liturgy, Mass, and prayers.
I could go back and undo and change most of my life.
I could find out what happened to my old friends.
My 17 YR old would end his atheist phase and return to God.
I was someone else.
There wasn’t so much sin, evil, war, oppression, injustice,and poverty in the world.
Kids didn’t die.
My life had more meaning.
I had plans and goals for the future.
My life had turned out differently.
The people I love and loved loved me back.
I could fly.
The squirrels would quit chewing holes thru our roof.
It snowed soon.
I could time travel.
I knew then what I know now.
I didn’t have so much misfortune and trauma in my life.
Dishes would wash themselves.
I could afford plastic surgery.
Life wasn’t always so hard and such a struggle for me.
I wasn’t depressed.
Things could work for me like they do for other people.
I wasn’t different, ostracized and last in life.
I didn’t miss out on so much in life.
My life had been different.