We All Are Time Travelers
When we are born each of us will travel through time in our own time and space, none of us are in the exact same time or space. If your wife goes to the store she disappears from your sight you know she is there but, she has just traveled out of your time and space and does not exist until she returns to your exact time and place.
You know I exist only because of these words that I write but, I am not in your time or space so how do you know I even exist? We are all time travelers through this world we each are in our very own time zone and when we cross paths through each others time zone we know we are not along in this place we call earth.
When we die we leave every ones time zone and no longer can be seen or heard, just because we can’t see or hear those we love after they die does not mean they are no longer here with us they could still be at the store. Death is not the end it is the beginning of a life none of us knows about until we die.
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2018
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