By Cassie Weiss
Recently I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. Thinking about the past, the present, the future.
There has always been that saying, “you can’t change the past”, and so many people have told me that due to the inability to change it there really is no sense in dwelling on it.
Some days I look back at the things I’ve done and asked myself why, why this decision, why that place.
I don’t regret much of anything, but I always think about what it would have looked like had I turned left instead of right.
There is a popular comedy show out there called Community, featuring a gang of community college students and their crazy antics.
One of these students has a very gifted mind, a mind in which there is timelines, focusing on simply one minor difference meaning a reality shift.
Kat and I have often talked about separate realities, mirroring this one, realities in which there is a Cassie, and possibly a Lady, and five cats.
Only difference, this Cassie may have short hair, or straight hair. Lady may be a Great Dane, or a Toy Poodle. They may still live in Calgary, or be a famous author, or a bum on the street.
This different realities are all me, but one decision sent life spiraling in a different direction.
I always thought it would be neat to see these realities, like a movie played out in my head, able to see each path, predict the outcome of each decision, before they happen.
Able to know exactly what saying yes or no might do, if that gut feeling was right or me just being paranoid.
In a sense, looking back on the past still won’t change, but gaining this ability would bring forward a whole new light, making one single person invincible.
I’m not saying I could handle that type of power, but I know the majority of you reading this wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to hold this ability in your hands.
Now obviously this is just a thought, a type of religion developed to fit my needs and opinions. I may be the only one who believes in this type of reality, or I may not.
But real or not real, it’s an interesting concept. I wonder if in another reality another Cassie is sitting on a different couch, in a different house, putting the same idea into words.