The Butterfly Effect – Coming Back to You

I've thought about how confusing happiness seems, where every cause contains an effect we often cannot anticipate, and over which we fumble blindly searching for those uncertain glimpses of what appears to be complete bliss. In the end, not everything turns out like Disney movies, and I try to start from the worst to avoid surprises. I try to understand how every action, however small, will bring an inevitable consequence upon the unpredictable chaos of life.

This disordered and flexible system will always give us a range of possibilities to choose from, where each of those options ends up being Russian roulette, in which, even though we believe we're making the best decision, we never know if it's the right one, much less what collateral effect it might generate.

"You know what? I thought you should know."
"Know what?"
"That you were once happy with me."

Many times I've daydreamed about the image of what would happen if I could go back to the past and modify something that was; and I wonder if, despite the risk of a different future, that change would make me return to you.

Maybe we'll see each other in another life, where all the unfulfilled promises take charge of finding us and can become action. Maybe, right now, a butterfly is flying on the other side of the world and putting us in the middle of a typhoon where we finally find ourselves pierced by a yes.