some people believe in time travel.
as in you could bend the known law and physics and deposits yourself by squezeing through certain loopholes in the sheer fabric of the universe and landing in times and places apart from you started.
that you build ingenious machines with the help of a mad-evil scientist bent of changing reality as we know it.
of there being no such concepts as past and future. that they're merely illusions to deceived most that time is actually moving.
things that has happened could and would reoccur.

im not quite sure, as in everyone about the time-travelling part but perhaps i will agree to the precept of deja vu.

it seems to me that my life is a series of events repeating themselves, with slight variations over backdrops and/or casts. but essentially, not dissimilar.

i see plans carefully thought over and made. i see them go awry.

i know and am convinced of one word as plausible and possibly acceptable explanation.

uncertainty.