Possibilities

Life Is Full Of Them

As I was walking home after the band concert evening, I started to think about possibilities.

I mean, life is just one huge possibility that's full of smaller possibilities. Your actions, your moves, your choices, they all make and change somebody else's life. Your life was possibility. If you even think more about it, all possibilities lead back further to more possibilities. Let's put it simply though.

Pretend you're a married man (for those girls reading this, just bear with me and pretend). Realize this, your whole life and situation right now was caused by probably just one little variable. Flashback to your last year of high school. If you hadn't decided to walk down the left side of the hallway, you wouldn't have almost ran into your friend. If you hadn't almost run into your friend, you wouldn't have sidestepped to the right. If you hadn't sidestepped to the right, you wouldn't have bumped into that girl. If you hadn't bumped into that girl, you wouldn't have made her drop all her books. If you hadn't made her drop all her books, you would have never met her. Then the possibilities unravel and unravel until you're finally at where you are right now.

Now there is a back story of possibilities. So many that they seem like the sheer amount of possibilities are infinite. Why were you walking down the left side of the hallway? It was because your best friend had a superstition about having bad luck when you walk down the right side of the hallway. But what would have happened if you hadn't met your best friend? It gets very complicated.

Along with a back story, there's also a story after the meeting of the dropped books. It was possible you could have never called her. And if you did call her, then it was possible she would have become one of your best friends before she became your girlfriend. But that's assuming that you did call her.

Back to your best friend. What would have happened if his parents hadn't met? Then you wouldn't have met him. That would result in you possibly not walking down the left side of the hall. Which would have meant you would have never met that girl.

If you've read through all of this, I'm impressed. It's pretty much just me spilling out all the thoughts I was thinking about while walking home. Amazing what you can think up in under five minutes.

Goodnight

I'm going to make the assumption that you have read this much and your eyes are tired and you don't want to read anymore, so I'll just finish writing this.

Tonight was probably the better part of my day. It really helped improve this number (which is a 9 by the way), and I hope that I'll have nights like tonight again.

"It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important." - Arthur Conan Doyle