On Taking A Risk
A fish out of water is fish nonetheless — although dying.
- Some guy
When you take fish out of water and place them in your cupped palms, slowly drying up, they will jolt and quiver their bodies to get out. They will jump out of your hands and willingly let themselves fall into whatever waits for them down below. They’re absolutely uncertain of what they will fall on or into when they leap off: it could be cold marble flooring; dry, painful sand; or perhaps water, the same water that they were taken from.
Fish are admirable. They know they will die when they’re taken out of their nature, and though their lives are at even more risk when they jump off the hands that caught them, they still take that big leap — most of them die quicker and more painfully, but others find themselves back in the water that nourishes them.
Risks are a funny thing: you’ll never know the outcome unless you try it and yet, at the back of your mind, you know that there is a high chance of crashing and burning and yet the one image of you gloriously standing tall, arms raised in victory spurs you on. You’ll give everything for that one goal. You’ll gnaw and fight and claw and scrape your way to achieving that one thing that will make you eternally happy. Who knows what the future holds? All one can do is pray and wish and sacrifice and love and sacrifice some more and hope that it doesn’t go unnoticed.
I’m not saying that you have to put up an act. No no. Instead you choose to sacrifice and fight because you know it your heart that it IS the right thing to do and that you do it not for recognition and fame but for the fact that it is real and true.
“Give me cushion just enough to break my fall.”
- Claudio Sanchez