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It’s as if I were to stretch out and say were is the purpose in life? What do I live for?

He wasn’t the brightest fish in the sea. But he made his was knowing that what lied above him was a world of wonder and knew the unknown would only lead to further discovery.

Every fish has its day, and every fish meets its match. Making every failure an opportunity to do better next time was the motto.

It’s like a fish out of water, gasping for hair, lungs contracting back and forth desperately running out of air and dying from the inside out.

If only the hand who holds the fish would gently place the fish back into water so it can heal. But what if the hand is that holds is clenched, fingers tight and no signs of release in sight?

What if the fish was my heart and the hand was yours?