To be slightly sad that i will never become a time traveller...

And it goes like this....When I was a kid, I was totally convinced that one day I would create a time machine.
I was obsessed with films like Back to Future, The Navigator and Terminator.
I would spend hours designing 'Sliders' style devises and dream of one day opening up a worm hole and living my life in the past (with the benefit of knowledge of the future) as well as going to the future and bringing back cool shit like hover boards n auto-lace trainers (or sneekers if your an American cousin)

I always thought one day I'd actually do it....Now here's the sad part. Eventually I started getting interested in girls and other more grown up things as you do, and of course forgot all about my life's mission.

One day (as an adult)I realised something. That I had not, or never would infact achieve my childhood fantasy. My evidence is the fact that at no point in my life have I ever received a visit from an older self on a 'trip' through time. (One of my main missions was to go back to a younger self and pass back the formula to my future success)
So, upon realising this, I was forced to accept my fate, that I never will solve one of the biggest questions man kind has to ask.

Maybe I could never of interacted with myself due to paradox laws, or maybe time travel is just impossible.

Either way, I am slightly saddened by this humbling realization. Is this normal?

perhaps the real paradox is that I turned out to be quite a cool musician NOT a physicist...humm, just food for thought.