Screw Butterflies

One thing. That's all it takes sometimes is one little thing, and suddenly everything is different. Deep, right? I'm not an expert on chaos theory, but I kind of like the idea that ultimately the world is unpredictable and you can never really know for certain what is going to happen next. Sure, in all likelihood, you'll wake up tomorrow and eat breakfast like you usually do, but you could also be kidnapped by a pterodactyl and taken back to its nest where you'll in turn be fed to all the cute, tiny baby pterodactyls who haven't had their breakfast yet. It could happen!

I'm not above admitting that this particular scenario has virtually no chance of happening, but not a zero chance of happening. Sure, you can give me paleological evidence that insists that pterodactyls died out millions of years ago, but what if there is one pterodactyl left and she has been hidden away, silently plotting the day when she'll scoop you up to feed to her offspring?

The other tenet that I like to ponder is my opening remark. This one has been on my mind a lot lately, and for very personal reasons. This time of year has a great deal of significance to me. I won't convolute things with the details...let's just say that one day a long time ago, my life changed forever, and it all began with a single comment to another person. You could say it was the pterodactyl that I wasn't expecting. It's because of this that I refuse to ever completely dismiss something as impossible; unrealistic and a waste of time, sure, but not impossible. Does that make me an idealist? Maybe, but I prefer to see myself as a dreamer; always wondering what might come true, no matter how outlandish. Am I motivated by hope? Maybe a little, but I would venture to say that it is more curiosity than hope. Hope asks the question, "Why not?" whereas curiosity says, "What if?"

Anyone who is governed chiefly by logic will of course read these words and probably scoff, maybe even vomit out of incredulity if I've done my job right. Yeah, stuff needs to make sense, but not all the time. What's wrong with waiting for that pterodactyl as long as I still do everything else right? Show me where it says in absolute terms that there are no more pterodactyls...I defy you to show me! Damn, haters, let a player play! Maybe if enough people get onboard with my thinking, there can be actual ptreodactyl watches. There could be parties, clubs, and other ways to bring people together. My purportedly ludicrous idea could actually unite mankind and give a person true happiness. True happiness, and you want to stand in the way of that? Who's dreaming now?

I've already dedicated one post to a clown, so this one goes out to the pterotacdyl. I know you're out there, and although I'm not waiting for you, it'd be nice to see you sometime.