Butterfly Effect
August 20, 2006 by estelaaque
Butterfly Effect
I’m halfway through the long weekend. So far I haven’t done anything that will prove to be regrettable by the time I get back to the office. Last friday, my thoughts were running somewhere along the dangerous lines of getting a cropped hair do or get my hair permed – like I did a few years back. Thanks to Amor (my ex-housemate of what was perhaps the most turbulent years of my life), I was saved the self destructive, just-because-I-was-bored-to death decision.
So that was how I found myself in Galeria early Saturday evening. We earlier decided to watch Buttefly Effect. Having been out of the movie scene (my last movie date was Superman with my nephews… good Lord :p), I have completely no idea what the movie was all about.
What stroke of fate? How painfully ironic! Do I really have to watch this movie now? Just when?
Like I wrote in my previous post, there is but one moment for everything in this life. There is no re-runs no matter how ever much you like it. All you’re left with is the intense regret of not doing things differently.
But what if we could? Fine. Let’s just say we can. What a feat! But the question now would be, by doing things differently would we still gain the end by which we tried to fight for in the first place? Or is life already designed in a path that we can’t have our cake and eat it too?
Man that’s cruel. But that was what happened in the movie. Cause and effect. And beer or no beer, I’m left to wondering…what’s with all these? him? now? I’m a nutcase as always.
August 20, 2006
