My heart felt the heaviest tonight. I had a big catch and nailed it at first bait, but now I’ve to let it go to the vast sea because the shaman back in village foretells that something fishy is in the catch. Or at least that’s what he thinks. The fish might not come my way again, will it?
There’s a lesson learned in learning to let go. It is about knowing how bad you so wanted it and sometimes can’t have it, just because. Because you know you can always fish for another one. Maybe it tastes better in fried? Metaphorically speaking, of course, if you could figure me out.