Butterfly

It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world.

- Chaos Theory

It is amazing the profound impact that a simple action can have. They say a butterfly can flap its wings and across the world chaos ensues. Ten years ago a butterfly flapped its wings. Ten years I ignored someone who genuinely needed help and days later chaos ensued. At the time it seemed a trivial act of indifference, something I've done a thousand times over. But we can flutter our wings our entire lives and never know in which instant we threaten the world, surely I had done so before and have done so since. This time was different though. In a moment identical to any of the billions we watch fly before our eyes, I made a mistake which has come full circle to cast my own mind into disarray.

Six years ago the typhoon hit. And while I can't help but call to my defense the countless variables that twisted that simple flutter of wings into a nightmare, I wonder now what my role was. Can I be held responsible for the oscillations that transcend the boundaries of the world unknown to myself? Can I plead ignorance to the violent winds that time has carried forward? Perhaps I should have recognized the signs and held fast, playing the skies with caution instead of carelessness. Or maybe I had nothing to do with the typhoon at all, and simply added an ounce of of movement to an insurmountable force. I'll never know for sure. The damage has been done and I can only speculate from the wreckage. And that is exactly the problem I am facing today.

Ten years ago a butterfly flapped his wings. Six years ago the typhoon hit. Today the sky seems one star darker.

Always remember, never forget,
MDR