There is something hypnotic about a butterfly on the highway. They completely disregard the oncoming cars, fluttering about in that frivolous, aimless style that appears as though practical aerodynamics is the furthest thing from their mind. They look so blithe from a bystander’s point of view. But when you’re hurtling towards them at 110km an hour, that clueless, carefree fluttering suddenly takes on a rather panicked vibe.
You barely have enough time to watch their swift approach and ponder their awareness of the situation before they bounce over your windscreen, swept away in the tumultuous airstream of your obnoxiously indifferent car. I like to believe that most survive and quickly forget the encounter, choosing instead to continue their quest for flowers while philosophising over the future of Butterfly Society and the perplexing point of their brief existence on Earth.
A girl can dream.
Anyway, I had an epiphany of sorts on the road trip I just took. I say epiphany, but it was more of an age-old realisation that you only live today once. Which is something people have recognised for a very long time, but it was useful to put things into perspective and do a bit of attitudinal readjusting again.
Basically, the conclusion I came to was this:
And not in the half-hearted sense of, “yeah, why not? I’ll give it a go.” But in the whole-hearted sense of, “this is what I want to do. This is what I need to do to get there.” And if I don’t end up exactly where I intended to be, at least I can say I gave it my best, and who knows? Maybe the proactive choices I plan to make now will take me in wonderful new directions that I hadn’t even considered before.
Of course, it’s all very well to decide to commit seriously to your goals, but knowing what you want is sometimes easier said than done. I guess it is important to be flexible, and to keep your options open in order to best prepare for change. I feel there’s a difference between being persistently determined and foolishly stubborn.
In a wave of near unprecedented motivation, I stayed up late devising (admittedly ambitious) plans and making lists. Despite being completely irrelevant to anyone else, here is a peek into the life goals of a barely grown up, barely organised, barely certain 23 year old girl.
Anyhow, here’s to dreams, however achievable they may be.
New comics are under construction. In the meantime, there is always the Pip and Squeak gallery page.