We must whittle away at the false images shimmering at the edges of our minds. We won't change merely by transporting our bodies elsewhere, either in time or in space. Not even suicide can take us out of our misery, if we are miserable. Death is no option. For life goes on, whether with or without a body.
Many people recall their childhood nostalgically.
They gloss over the fact that in those cute little bodies there lived the same egos, the same personalities differently decked out, in some respects differently motivated, but still the same old bewildered, but still-hopeful, self. When you can be truly happy in the present, then you have God. People often construct ivory towers in the mind, from the top of which they gaze down onto an unreal world. It would show greater discrimination if they visualized that tower as standing on a foundation of wood, with a hive of termites eating away at that foundation. The more non-attached you can be in yourself, the freer you will find yourself to be.