Time travel always seemed like a cool concept to me. I could go back in time, make some money and live an easy life. That’s just an immature way of looking at things, though. When I imagine going back, I’m not thinking about the people around me. I’m being selfish, just thinking about material things.
This is a line of thought I’ll find myself considering when I’m watching Steins;Gate. Every time Okarin jumps back, he loses moments shared with his friends. Through him we see what life really amounts to; a collection of moments shared, each one connected to the last, none of which are trivial. Each jump back is painful because we’re aware of what he’s losing, and how lonely it must feel. Each connection made, that timeline, that place, those people. They will never be the same again, every moment replayed will be different. I wouldn’t want that.
Sometimes I’m lazy and just want to be able to wake-up slowly, watch anime and click around the internet, and I’ll think, “what if…?” But it’s not worth it. Deep down, I cherish the flow of time. Sometimes I feel anxious about it moving too fast, but I also feel safe knowing that I’m sharing it with you.