behold us, for we are all but fishermen. we stand side by side in one long and seemingly neverending line, all facing the ocean, the sky, and the eversofaraway horizon right in between
all of us have our lines cast out into the sea, hoping for that elusive tug of the line, that sudden feeling of hope, and the frantic pulling follows. some of us will be contented with the small fish that turn up, and walk away smiling. some of us will continue to pursue bigger and bigger fish, no matter the weather and the aching in the legs.
but all the while all we see is the infinite expanse of blue water and blue sky with smears of white here and there; and of course, the one thin silver line that represents all your hopes and dreams and motivation and seemingly your purpose of your existence there at the seaside.
but alas, have you ever spared a sideways glance at the countless other fishermen just by your side? have you ever taken your mind off cold, flopping fish and for once realized the warm, beating heart in all those other fishermen? do you see anything other than fish there? (fishermen - fish = ermen so mayeb will keep seeing erman whatever that is tho)
when the wind blows, your line strays, and tangles up with the line next to you. do you shout chaocheebyepigujuicewithaddednineessentialvitaminsandminerals over the vast ocean? do you try to push him to feed the fish to punish him for hindering your progress? or do you smile and laugh, and appreciate that that person is there next to you, sharing with you similar hopes and dreams? cant you sit down and talk to him about fish instead?
and will you be satisfied if you fished up a gyarados? for the heart knows desire not unlike the ocean; it knows no bounds. and likewise your heart should see itself in the ocean: the ocean is infinite, and the fish are countless. after one big fish, you can peel off some meat from it to fish for the next big one; but no matter how much and how long you try, you can never have all the fishes in the sea. you can never have enough of fishes.
but what can you do with your ocean-like infinite-volume heart then? there is but one thing that can fill up your heart, and that is love, companionship. and yes, there are a million other fishermen out there, but all it takes is the love from the one who has always been there by your side to fill up your heart, for what best to fill up something infinite than something also infinite?
| Thoughts Became Words At 7:16 PM |
