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FISH, FISHER, FISHING
Wednesday May 22, 2019
Waking up in quiet, waking up to quiet – waking to stark realities of morning which is, I suppose, a hard thing for some people because they see their life as hard or harsh or incomplete. I’ve yet to meet someone who could not, at some moment, describe their life that way.
I answer ‘me too’ to that and to the opposite, like so many people waking up to opposite feelings – waking to their morning as the reality of joy and opportunity, knowing their life is full while and still being incomplete. Unfinished. This group are hard to distinguish from the first group because, on their outside, they all look and sound the same. But we know they are different.
Some people look out at some fisherman in his boat in the middle of a lake first thing in the morning – they see someone getting their groceries. Some see someone who wants to be away from people, to be away from noise of his house. Some see someone just wanting solitude and a hot cup of coffee.
We all look the same. The differences not so much within us, but in those looking at us. Those thinking about us, judging us or telling us what is right (rarely) or wrong (almost everyone) because we aren’t like them, or because we are like them.
We live in a world where everyone is unhappy with who they are until someone wants to change them, and then we are suddenly resistant to change and resistant to admitting unhappiness.
So, what do I suggest?
To those who see this as a lesson, next time you see someone out in their boat in the middle of the lake early in the morning, consider that there might be a hundred ways to see him. 99 of them are likely wrong. To those who are sometimes the man in the boat, keep doing what you are doing. Forget what the 99 have to say because they don’t matter in your life and it is not for them to judge you. That’s a matter for you and your therapist, because by now you are that confused and you need one.
To those who see no lesson here, I’m sorry to have disturbed you.
p.s. the other day I was on the road early coming back from my trip – along the Sushwap near Salmon Arm I saw a solitary figure out in a boat …
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