To Each His Own in Love, Life, and Death

Life has this really odd way of working if you think about it. I know I’ve talked about this enough on tumblr but certain events always bring me back to it.

Fate.

The idea of it is scary. A simple story can explain why I believe so. (For the sake of protecting people identities I’ll be using fake names and slightly altered scenarios, but bare with me, you’ll get the point.)

Life starts with a butterfly effect. As minimal as it may seem in the moment of occurrence, at a future time it can have grave importance. In this case, the butterfly effect is an introduction.

Now, the boy in mention is Jack. The female(whom we will meet soon enough) is Jill. Jack meets a man at college. Their only connection is living in the same hall and floor. The man, Hamlet, was introduced to Tibalt who had a few friends in a tower. One of Tibalt’s friends was Rosaline, and she had a friend from home whom we all know as Jill. Now by some odd miracle, Jack and Jill were introduced. With no idea of Lady Fate’s future plans, they built a friendship.

So we fast forward to a year later and they are now happily in a relationship.

Life is illogical like this in weird ways. Illogical and scary. Its magical how we humans can live our everyday lives without the constant fear that fate should consistently give us. I’m proud to be the Romeo standing on the sidelines in this story because it gives me hope that i’ll someday find my Juliet. If Jack can meet his Jill because of the wings of a butterfly, then maybe everyone else has a chance.

How is it that these two people are suddenly brought into a whirlwind of confrontation that leads to their inevitable union? How can it be possible that the simple flapping of a butterfly’s wings can alter the happiness of two people?

Man wakes up. Brushes teeth. Takes shower. Makes coffee. Eats breakfast. Gets dressed. Picks up coffee. Spills it on himself. Changes. Grabs suitcase. Leaves home. Misses his bus. Waits for next one. Gets on. Sits next to woman. She asks for the time. They talk. Positive Feelings are in the air. They go on a date. More dates follow. They marry. Then kids. They live long, happy lives. And all this because of a spilled cup of coffee.

…..But life is mysterious like that. One can never truly know what to expect, but one can hope.

Life and Love are just two butterflies waiting to find each other.