the butterfly effect

one wingflap of the butterfly's wings, one storm in a place far away ...

never been one for the highly technical. trying to cut through the terms and the words on top to come to the meaning beneath. what it translates into.
and what it translates into is that the smallest things can have such great and far-reaching consequences. sometimes not so good consequences.

but does that mean never trying? never even daring to breathe for fear of upsetting the delicate balance? because mistakes can be costly, and memories long-lasting.

i remember a time, 6 years ago, maybe even 7, when i was still very young and foolish...
the mistakes i make are there, the scars show. there is no escaping them, not the pain nor the tears even. but if i can slowly raise myself up, and go on, then i will see this through. and come what may, the sun will still continue to shine.

so i too, go on, ever mindful of His grace. because to make mistakes and to learn is part of life. and even if the butterfly's wings stir up a storm, i will live through it. no matter what.