Doctor Who, Season 2, Episode 13. I woke up this morning, put on the TV while I pottered around the flat tidying up, and that’s what came on.
For non-hardcore fans, or people who aren’t fans at all (baffled face), this is the episode where Dr Who (David Tennant) is separated from his companion Rose Tyler (Billie Piper). They are torn apart into parallel worlds through a series of events where – look, just watch the episode. But first watch all the preceding episodes so the pain of this parting isn’t lost on you.
Why has this sparked a post? Well, along with making me cry, seeing this episode again made me think.
There’s a theory that for every decision every person makes, the universe is splintered into an infinite number of parallel worlds living the realities where a different decision was made and/or a different outcome experienced.
It can be as small as thinking that, in a parallel world, this particular episode wasn’t on when I turned on the TV, which probably meant I didn’t write this particular post. It can be as large as thinking, in a parallel world, the Nazis won the war. For an infinite number of moments, an infinite number of possibilities.
In a parallel world, the alien horde didn’t pass us by last week and instead decided we were worth invading. You get the idea.
I might easily not have turned the TV on at all this morning. I don’t normally. I haven’t lived somewhere with a TV since I left London (when, funnily enough, David Tennant was still the Doctor). I wouldn’t be here in Adelaide if I hadn’t been broken up with in Queenstown. What if that hadn’t happened? I spend a lot of time wanting to go back to how it was or how it might have been, wanting it to be different. But it’s not – not in this particular world.
But, overall, I like this particular world. I’ve had the chance to travel all over it; I make a living doing a job I enjoy; I have wonderful friends; I can go wherever I want. I’m free. If I hadn’t quit my job working as an accounting professional for Ernst & Young three and a half years ago, where would I be now? Who would I be? I might never have met previous partner-in-crime at all, and we had three amazing years together with a forever of friendship to come. I might never have started my business, Right Ink On The Wall, which I love and which grows as I grow. I might never have published my book, The Night Butterflies, which is something I’ve always wanted to do.
So, instead of mourning what could have been and decisions that might have been different, I’m going to focus on what could happen now, what could happen next, now this new world of infinite possibilities has opened up in this of all possible worlds. Who knows what could happen tomorrow? Or the next day? It could be beyond amazing. Given the choice in five or ten years’ time, I might decide I would never have wanted to miss it. So it’s a good job I’m here.
What parallel life could you be living? Would you go back and change something big, if you could?
On a completely related note, I adore David Tennant. If I could have changed anything about the moment I met him, when he was filming for Einstein & Eddington at my college in Cambridge, it would be not turning into the epic failure of a fan girl who couldn’t utter an intelligent word in his presence (can you tell from my smile?!). Oh, and I would have done my hair that day.
I would most certainly go back and change one big thing, the thing that I’ll regret forever and for which I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself.
Ah I’m so sorry you have something like that in your past.. I hope you do manage to forgive yourself and come to peace with it one day.
Oh my god you were hugged by David Tennant. My favouritest DR of ALL TIME. I am so jealous now. Also – that was one of the best storylines ever, so naughty, because the Dr is not meant to fall in love.
Now, to relate to your actual point 🙂 I do have a few decisions in my life that were not great ones, but over all they got me to where I am now. And while life is not perfect, I have my family and my kids and a kitchen currently full of squeaky adorable puppies – so I’m glad I am here. SO – I wouldn’t change the past, but it could do with tidying in a few place.
I know right! I *love* him… His seasons were the best! Aaaah a kitchen full of squeaky adorable puppies sounds delightful 😀 And that’s the sentiment – I wish I could jump in the tardis with a dustpan and brush…