I’m reading the book “The Time Traveler’s Wife” after seeing the movie a couple months ago. It felt that somehow there is a message in it for my destiny — a sort of answer to my life. Not that I am a time-traveler or know of one, but that I am fascinated by time and any talk of past, present and future relating in ways other than chronological. I love to wrap my mind around Einstein’s thoughts on time and that there is no such thing as linear time; we made it up.
Of course it’s a love story that touches my heart. He always returns to her. And there are similarities with her knowing she is doing what she has to do for love, despite the waiting and loneliness, that mimics my life. But it’s the notion of time that brings me to write now.
They meet in different stages of their life, spontaneously. How often do I wonder what the person I love looked like and sounded like in future years, or in past years. And how would we be together at different ages, different age gaps, and different stages of life. It is a story to remind me that age and time do not matter when it comes to love. Love is the victor in the end. True love is timeless and never ends. It is the beginning and the ending.
© r.e.l. 6/16/10