Fluttery

Remember the butterflies that fluttered in millions. Trapped inside our stomach before a presentation. The tiny ones, and some with such docile willpower, much yet enough to palpitate the heart and silence our tongues, even spin our head dizzy. Or the rush of coolness backstage, in the darkness before the red curtains call to open and the spotlight shines on the hard wooden floors. What silly thoughts conjured in our minds, in fear of forgetting memorized words and lines!

But here I sat, at the striped booth of a nearby coffee shop. Over a cup of white-chocolate-mocha. Bubbling up with three others of ambitions, dreams, hopes, memories and on the topic of regret...she said something really profound that stirred the warm chocolate mocha to churn in a rhythm of epiphany inside my stomach. She said, 'How can we experience regret, if we are uncertain of an alternative that we have never experienced, and  yet anticipate that it would be less regretful?'

It is the uncertainty in life that causes bubbles of the butterflies. Uncertainty is inevitable, nevertheless.