The Memory of Butterflies

by Grace Greene

We reaped our fate by what we sowed. I had an idea that fate was predestined but that a thin line divided fate and destiny. Destiny was the result—hopefully the gift, sometimes the curse—that we might yet reap due to actions, or the lack thereof, that altered fate.

“Laws are things politicians write down to make you do what they want you to do. I’m talking about rules. Moral rules but also common-sense rules. Most laws don’t have much common sense built in.” He looked away. “People want black and white, up or down, on or off. They want it spelled out. I’m saying life doesn’t always lend itself to clear, easy choices.”