might/may

You know that simple anxiety in the air when the sky is white and objects on the horizon are wan like they're obscured by a layer of wax paper. Nature settings seem unnaturally bright. There is nothing but the silence of heavy fluttering snow.

Well it might be snowing. The sky was white for a while and unidentifiable precipitation was falling from above. It was pertinently put once that the key word would always be quite, "might". Because I was chillily tucked up by the window with a frozen nose, hugely influenced by the hundred ways of cold in this apartment, my perception of meteorologic possibilities was pointedly reduced to that of a bitter, groundhog-hating presumption.

Somehow, transfixed inbetwixt hating the great whiteness outside, cursing flighty burrowing animals, and fucking the hydro bill in the dick, there was a teensy bit of me inside that hoped for snow. Perhaps that was what prompted me to even entertain the idea of a "might". For of course it wasn't snowing. it was, and still is, raining.

But- what triggers a hint of a smile on my lips, is that there is always a might. Might, meaning a 0-50% probability. If zero is the low end, why might we not someday see World Peace? The chance of that happening is slim, but still might be realised. Even if the percentile of the pie graph is 1%. We might do some cool things. I pretty much might be writing bullshit as we speak.

So, I put forth that "might" is not just the less probable version of "may". It's a hopeful word that should inspire us that we still have a chance. Unfortunately, I guess there's that chance that the chance we dream about desperately hasn't a chance. That it ranks zero. That it has zero probability of becoming reality. I guess that is reality. In that I choose to live dangerously, I'm ready to take that chance, wear it as a slightly hipster-esque, self-made button badge.

There are too many unpleasant things in life that will consume me if I don't.

So in my defence Mr Duthie, I know perfectly well that when I say "it might be snowing", it is not physically snowing. But that zero percent chance is hopeful. Is Zero so different from a fifty-fifty toss up that what I see outside, without actually venturing outside to check for myself, is in fact the white stuff?

I think it might snow tonight.

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