Watched Chaos Theory and thought it was good. Frank Allen (Ryan Reynolds) is a time management specialist and yes, he’s that someone whom everything he needs to do, he plans— through writing on index cards. Someone I can relate to, only, I use a planner and lotsa sticky notes. But the thing’s that, though he seems to have planned every bit of his life with those index cards, shit happens, life happens.
Ayy. I dunno what will I be doing if I am a married man with a seven-year old daughter, but to begin with, have Klinefelter’s syndrome, which means I can never reproduce due to an extra X chromosome. This was when Frank attempted to kill himself but wasn’t able to and all he could do was cry, and at some point, do just whatever he wants to, even if it meant screwing his timetables and plans, just to assure himself that he’s okay even though it’s the other way around. So human, I thought. In the end, he was still able to forgive his wife and stand as a good father to his so and so “daughter”.
All because of love.
I really liked what Frank said to his daughter’s groom-to-be, Ed:
Ever heard of chaos theory, Ed? It’s a science, tries to determine underlying patterns in chaotic systems like weather, ocean currents, blood flow sort of things. But it turns out that are few things more chaotic than the beat of a human heart. Its beating up, slowing down. Pretty face, flirty stares. It’s always changing on what’s happening to ourselves out there. It’s an erratic son of a bitch. But underneath all of that bump-da-bump mess, there is in fact a pattern, the truth, and it’s love. Most important thing about love is that we choose to give it, and we choose to receive it. Making it the least random act in the entire universe. It transcends blood, it transcends betrayal and all the dirt and makes us human.
