Fish in a pond
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I was waiting for one of my friends in the campus. We were supposed to meet near the library. I reached there a little before time. As I had nothing else to do, I walked near the pond to get a glimpse of the fish; the swift and nimble, colorful and lively fish; fish that de-stress hundreds of employees just by their lovely moves across the pond...
As closely as I observed them, I couldn’t help but think of their plight in the pond. What they must be doing the entire day in the limited periphery of that pond? Are they really as happy as it appears to the outside world? The more I observed them, the more I was ensured that the answer is no.
The pond looked like a place where their opportunities are restricted, where their freedom is confined, where they are not allowed to see beyond... where they can survive, but they can’t live.. Where they belonged to the world, but the world didn’t belong to them. Where they did what they can, but not what they want to.. Where they can exist, but cannot explore...
Wait, aren’t these words familiar... opportunities, freedom, survival, live, explore.... Are we living in a pond? No. They why don’t we get all of this? Why don’t we get the opportunity to do what we really want to, why don’t we get the freedom to just be who we are, why do we keep slogging for survival, why don’t we go out there, explore all avenues and live every moment?
Ohh dear! We actually are living in a pond! A pond that no one else, but we have created for ourselves! Where we restrict our thoughts, our desires. Where we think of what we want to do.. but we really don’t do it. Where we have made our own boundaries which we don’t want to cross. Where we have limited our own dreams...
While I was lost in my trail of thoughts, the friend I was waiting for, finally came. I peeped at the pond once again and proceeded towards the cafeteria, with the one thought ringing in my head -
The fish have no option but to survive in that constrictive pond. What about us?
As closely as I observed them, I couldn’t help but think of their plight in the pond. What they must be doing the entire day in the limited periphery of that pond? Are they really as happy as it appears to the outside world? The more I observed them, the more I was ensured that the answer is no.
The pond looked like a place where their opportunities are restricted, where their freedom is confined, where they are not allowed to see beyond... where they can survive, but they can’t live.. Where they belonged to the world, but the world didn’t belong to them. Where they did what they can, but not what they want to.. Where they can exist, but cannot explore...
Wait, aren’t these words familiar... opportunities, freedom, survival, live, explore.... Are we living in a pond? No. They why don’t we get all of this? Why don’t we get the opportunity to do what we really want to, why don’t we get the freedom to just be who we are, why do we keep slogging for survival, why don’t we go out there, explore all avenues and live every moment?
Ohh dear! We actually are living in a pond! A pond that no one else, but we have created for ourselves! Where we restrict our thoughts, our desires. Where we think of what we want to do.. but we really don’t do it. Where we have made our own boundaries which we don’t want to cross. Where we have limited our own dreams...
While I was lost in my trail of thoughts, the friend I was waiting for, finally came. I peeped at the pond once again and proceeded towards the cafeteria, with the one thought ringing in my head -
The fish have no option but to survive in that constrictive pond. What about us?
