I admit that I am guilty of living in my own little world; a scaly-but-beautiful creature floating through cloudy water, swimming one way and then the other; filled to-the-gills with troubles and worries; and living in a bubble with only a few close companions. I see the others on the outside looking in at me. I am a fish in a fishbowl.
On Tuesday, Thom and I headed out to Searcy for lunch in the park. It was a beautiful fall day; the sun shone magnificently and there was a lovely breeze refreshing us we enjoyed our five dollar pizza next to a little man-made pond in the corner of the park. It was a little sad to know that it was probably going to be the last eighty degree day of the year and we sat soaking in the rays as if it would help fend off the winter blahs.
Water flowed over the rocks, babbling into the pond below. It was filled with leaves and it seemed so lifeless. Thom jokingly suggested that we fill it with feeder goldfish. Or maybe he wasn’t joking, I’m unsure. But, it excited me. It made me giddy to think of adding life to the pond. So off we went to the fish store just a few minutes away. We left with a dollar’s worth of goldfish and returned to the park {I have to add that I was somewhat concerned that we were going to be arrested and I might have actually enjoyed the slight feeling of rebelliousness}.
We stayed only a few moments after releasing the little fish into their new home. I was filled with delight knowing that someone was bound to happen upon them that afternoon; that someone, probably a child, would spot our little fish in that little pond, and that they, too, would the enjoy the beauty of little-fish existence. That’s exactly how I felt that day; as if my existence, my being, however small and insignificant in comparison to the rest of the sea, is beautiful to someone or many someones. But most of all….to me.
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| I see hearts everywhere. I imagine it’s someone, somewhere telling me to follow my heart. |
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| Pink shoes makes everything better, don’t you agree? |
