Life is like riding a train. The journey begins when we buy our ticket, board and take our seat. We meet people along the way of which some are strangers, some friends and some strangers yet to be friends. There are stops and more and more people fill up the crowded space. At times some of them make their presence felt, while on other occasions they remain indifferent, or worse, quite destructive. But then it is important for some of them to make an exit, to get off at the next stop and walk the paths they were destined to because if they never left, then we would feel suffocated and confused, the purpose of the journey would lose its essence and it would altogether be neither worthwhile nor smooth.
I believe in the theory of chaos. What it means is that everything that happens in this moment is an accumulation of everything that's come before it. Every breath. Every thought. There is no innocent action. Some even end up having the force of a tempest. Their impact cannot be missed. Others are the blink of an eye. Passing by unnoticed. Perhaps only the universe knows which is which. You can think that what you've done is only the flap of a butterfly wing, when it's really a thunderclap. And both can result in a hurricane.
