Every once in a while, something great comes along unexpectedly, but we let it go for reasons unknown. A few months ago, I wrote a blog about the beauty of being chased and never getting caught, but I failed to realize that sometimes you can get so caught up in your emotions, that you forget that you already fell in the trap you’ve been trying to avoid.
I was supposed to have gone fishing this past weekend – I know, I see the irony of it considering I’m vegetarian. But I’ll take any excuse to go on a boat and soak in some summer fun (and free food, of course). I’m against the whole concept of fishing actually – watching your soon-to-be tuna sandwich/sushi roll hanging off of a lifeline, gasping for air – just seems cruel. But I decided to go along anyway, to watch the whole spectacle take place.
Then – as my love for analogies continues to grow stranger by the day – I realized how fishing resembles so many of our lives. Often times, we’ll end up reeling in garbage off of the bait we’ve set for the fish. But then, something pulls at your heartstrings and starts pulling your rod closer to it – and before you know it, you’ve actually caught something you’ve been waiting for all along. But once it’s hooked, do you proceed to catch it or release it?
There may be plenty of fish in the sea… but if you catch the right one, just one is enough.
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