Whether you are living life in the past, backwards or in reverse, it is all your choice. You can relive your history or you can choose to live in the present moment.

Knowing you can not back up and delete your choices, look forward with the mindfulness of your actions and dance through life to the tune of your heart’s desire.

Even though the future may appear set and final, the choices we make effect us here and now and can be interpreted as significant to our decisions farther along our path.

The choices we make effect us here and now and can be interpreted as significant to our decisions along our path. Surely incomprehensible to those of us living in a forwardly linear progression.

What if we already lived our future and we are just now providing ourselves with the points-of-proof that meter out the geometric progressions of our lives?

If we would know the outcomes in our lives, can we manipulate our present day?

We take it for granted that life moves forward. You build memories; you build momentum.You move as a rower moves: facing backwards. You can see where you’ve been, but not where you’re going. And your boat is steered by a younger version of you. It’s hard not to wonder what life would be like facing the other way.

Avenoir.

You’d see your memories approaching for years, and watch as they slowly become real. You’d know which friendships will last, which days are important, and prepare for upcoming mistakes. You’d go to school, and learn to forget. One by one you’d patch things up with old friends, enjoying one last conversation before you meet and go your separate ways.

And then your life would expand into epic drama. The colors would get sharper, the World would feel bigger. You’d become nothing other than yourself, reveling in your own weirdness. You’d fall out of old habits until you could picture yourself becoming almost anything. Your family would drift slowly together, finding each other again.

You wouldn’t have to wonder how much time you had left with people, or how their lives would turn out. You’d know from the start which week was the happiest you’ll ever be, so you could relive it again and again. You’d remember what home feels like, and decide to move there for good.

You’d grow smaller as the years pass, as if trying to give away everything you had before leaving. You’d try everything one last time, until it all felt new again. And then the World would finally earn your trust, until you’d think nothing of jumping freely into things, into the arms of other people.

You’d start to notice that each summer feels longer than the last. Until you reach the long coasting retirement of childhood. You’d become generous, and give everything back. Pretty soon you’d run out of things to give, things to say, things to see.

By then you’ll have found someone perfect; and she’ll become your World. And you will have left this World just as you found it. Nothing left to remember, nothing left to regret, with your whole life laid out in front of you, and your whole life left behind.

In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people’s home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement.

You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm.

Woody Allen