So here's a thought: How a napkin could change a life.

-This has been posted on a Facebook page before. If you're thinking about screaming plagiarism, don't. The page (TimeforahumanLife) is mine, and I am the author of this piece-

So here's a thought:

Every single thing that happens, can change the course of your life, or someone else's life, If not the course of more.

The other day, I was walking towards the train station, and I came across a napkin on the ground. 
I could leave it there and keep on walking, or I could pick it up and take it to the trashcan.

If I did the latter, it would take me on a different course.
Maybe, when I reached the trashcan, I would run into someone there. Meet someone whose face might inspire me to make a drawing, or maybe I'd start talking to that person and get to know them.
They could be someone I could end up loving or hating, or just someone who I could end up talking to once every so often. Perhaps I'd only remember their face, and see it again later in a missing persons report, or in a music video, 5 years from now.
Or not.
Perhaps there would be someone there, we'd look at each other, our paths would cross, once, and then never again.

It could be so, that when walking to the trash can (where there could be a person, or there could be nobody there), I'd slip and fall, and break my neck and die.
Or not.
Maybe I'd still slip, but I'd only rip a tear into my pants. Or bruise an ankle. Or scrape a knee. Or not.
Perhaps when I reached the trashcan, I'd see a work of graffiti on it, that lingered in my mind for the rest of the week. Perhaps it'd be a phone number, that I could call, or not call. Perhaps there'd be a sticker on it, from a club, which I could join, or not.

It could be so, that when I reached the trashcan, I would only find that it was full. Or demolished, perhaps. And I'd drop the napkin on the ground there. Or keep it with me in my pocket. (where it could stay until the next time I washed my coat, resulting in loads of little pieces of paper tissue all over all of the laundry.) Perhaps in my pocket, it would get smelly, and make people avoid me, so that I'd not meet someone whom I otherwise would've met.
Maybe I'd keep it in my bag, where I'd find it later, when I really needed it.

Perhaps the trip to the trashcan would delay me so much, that I'd miss my train, and I won't even BEGIN to name the possible implications of that.

Some might say that I over-think things. But really, I'm just scratching the surface here. The possibilities are endless.
If you like thinking about possibilities (or if you like thinking at all), I strongly recommend the film 'Mister Nobody'. It's amazing.

Oh, and for those who are interested, I left the napkin on the ground that day. It's gone by now. Who knows where it went.