I am like a fish. I move where the flowing water wants to take me. Sometimes I go down the swift river even though I know that like a rainbow trout, I have to go upstream the ever moving water to survive. I belong to a school like a silver finned herring. But I have been divided from my school so I adapted like jellyfish with the swishing current of the ocean. Like a newly acquired goldfish for an aquarium, too much stress can be harmful. I am a slippery salmon who learns to dodge all of the nets and sharp hooks that come along trying to catch me. Like all fish, I have a use in this world.
Small Fish, Big World
October 4, 2011