Butterflies

As I wander through the streets of my city, I see the many many different lives that I don’t have an inkling about. These people are mere strangers to me. Our paths might cross or I might never even know of their existsnce. 

They are on a path which might interact, intersect with mine. Yet there is no clarity on the matter. People end up meeting in the most chance manner possible. Chance encounters which might turn into one of the best ones of your life, or come through and pass by like the wind. 

Funny isn’t it? How life happens, the complete and utter randomness of a situation could hit you later in life. But human beings are also funny. We like to plan, plot, devise and control fate. We through our lives and others’ never learn that we have no control. It is complete and utter bullshit. 

The silly little things that make up your life, the good and bad moments, all combined to unfold slowly minute by minute. And why guess about the future? This question I ask because whenever I have thought, predicted or planned my future, it hasn’t served me well. So for a person with extreme control issues, learning to let it be has been the toughest lesson to implement and intregate into my personality. 

Moments is what I look for now. The small ones. Which hit you with so much force, that you will never be able to gather your thoughts. They take your breath away. They make you speechless. Like the simple act of someone remembering to buy you motia bangles. Like the simple act of knowing where to take you for coffee. Or something so simple like knowing where your off button is. 

So my dear readers, all I have to say is do not disregard the small moments. They tell a bigger story, a larger snapshot of the canvas. Would you like to be hit by lighting this snide your house, when you least expect it. Or by a truck in whose path you are actually standing in. The fuzzy bunnies and the butterflies need to be kept alive one way or the other. So choose your moments, look for the small gestures, the shift in the words being use, the shift in actions. Because my dear dear reader, that’s where the magic is made.