The Butterfly Effect
Easter has made me think a lot about this concept, specifically the religious implications of this holiday. I am not Christian or any other even remotely related religion. Actually I’m not part of any religion, I have deep spiritual beliefs, but thus far they haven’t lined up with any particular religion well enough for me to “convert” or whatever you want to call it. But I digress. My point is that I’ve been talking a lot about the butterfly effect, the concept that simple, irrelevant actions can later cause drastic, unforeseen results. Which takes me back to Easter, let’s put aside the whole son of God thing for a moment (this is for the purposes of an example only, I am in no way dismissing anyone’s religious beliefs, just making a point) and think for a moment about how the world would be different if the man by the name of Jesus Christ had never walked the Earth. Think how radically and drastically the world would be different. It’s simply unfathomable in so many ways. A single life altered the very course of our history, and provided the foundations for whole civilizations. If that’s not the ultimate example of how the actions of a single person can change the world, I don’t know what is.
Am I saying that we all have the potential to alter the world quite that much? Well, probably not. But if the actions of one can do that, what about the actions of a few? It’s things like that that keep my hopes alive. Sometimes I’ll eavesdrop on random conversations around me. I’ll be eating and catch a snippet from the table next to me and I’ll tune in or I’ll just hear a flash of something as I walk by. I call it moments of synchronicity, because for a brief moment our paths touched, just a whisper of contact barely noticed. And I wonder is that person the next big business tycoon or maybe the next best-selling author. Maybe I’ll see them on TV one day, demonstrating some great act of kindness or perhaps incredible cruelty. Will our paths touch again someday? Will I even remember them if they do? Maybe ours paths will actually cross next time. Are they going to be just an acquaintance to me or a valued friend? More than anything though I wonder how their story will end. It seems like there aren’t many happily-ever-after’s anymore, but maybe it will be different for them. Maybe they’re one of the few and they’ll know true and lasting happiness in this life. I hope so.
It amuses me, because I’m not really one of those kinds of people normally. I don’t want to save the world. I just want to make life better for me and mine, make my corner of the world a little brighter. But in that stolen moment, that small window into the life of someone I don’t know and likely will never see again, I feel that I can see them and all those infinite possibilities that could come to life through those small, insignificant acts that they’re making right in that instant. I see it and I know that there is a purpose to life, I don’t know what it is, and I think it’s likely different for everyone, but I know it’s there.
Two weeks ago I started a blog. Since then I’ve acquired thirty-two followers, over a hundred likes, thirteen comments, and one nomination for an award. I’ve written eighteen posts (not counting this one) and have met a lot of new and interesting people. I don’t what I was expecting when I started this blog, and I don’t know how my stats compare to other new blogs, but I am incredibly pleased with it. By starting this blog I’ve begun my own butterfly effect and I can’t wait to see where it leads me. So thank you all for your support and for reading my strange ramblings, I am honored to be followed by such lovely people. May you all fly high on your own gossamer wings.