Strange thoughts I had about fishing, and life.
I grew up a fisherman’s daughter
I measure my life not by length, or width.
But in depth.
These are some lessons I’ve pulled to the surface:
The early bird may catch the worm
But the early fishermen catch the sunrise.
A line cast out will only cause small ripples.
But from what other actions were waves born?
To measure ‘the fish you almost had’ is always as wide as your arms can stretch.
Which is also the standard measurement for hugs.
If a fish swallows a hook, it can be very difficult
(and probably painful)
to pull out because of a little barb attached to it,
preventing easy release.
The same difficulty is felt when
you swallow your own lies, and
try to spit the truth out afterwards.
A simple knot will not suffice against the struggle of a fish,
for it’s breaking point comes when one line
overpowers the other.
Similar to a relationship, you cannot tie
a simple knot and test the strength in
Rather you should tie yourself like a lure,
twisting and threading around each other, until
the bind is within the layers and pulling only lessens
the space between the lines and
strengthens the overall bond.