The Fast-Forward Button

Sometimes I can’t help thinking how it would be nice

to have a fast-forward button

to speed us through a pain we already know

and don’t need to experience twice

because we’ve already learned the lesson

Like heartache, for instance

it will pass, they tell you

you’ll be fine in a year or so

and it’s true

Fast-forward to that point

Same with grief

a loved one’s death

or a surgery

or a broken limb

or just a nasty cold

anything you can safely say you will recover from, given time

If we could save that time

store it somewhere, for something else

something good

then maybe


we might be more generous with our joy.


About angelikarust

My name is Angelika Rust. I was born in Vienna in 1977. These days, I live in Germany, with my husband, two children, a despotic couple of cats and a hyperactive dog. After having tried almost every possible job from pizza delivery girl to HR consultant, I now make a living knowing English. No, I haven’t yet figured out what I want to be when I grow up, whenever that may be. In the meantime, I write the occasional book.
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