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Sometimes my life feels like a fishbowl. I'm swimming along in a safe and secure area, finding contentment in the space between the glass walls and not always wondering if life would be more exciting in larger fishtanks or even a pond or a lake. In my fishbowl, there are other fish with which I am well acquainted. We keep eachother company and make the best of our comfortable, yet confined, world. But there are times when these other fish seem to slowly turn into sharks and they begin charging me and eachother. Everyone gets into everyone else's business and the adequate and comfortable fishbowl has suddenly become a teaspoon! I long for new fish to exist in my world and for us to not all have a history with one another. Quickly, I begin to suffocate with the familiarity and I smack my head against the glass and look longingly at bigger fishtanks and even bigger ponds that have so many new and interesting fish with the promise of great things...but when I turn back around, the sharks have turned back into my fish friends and I realize that my life is not too familiar and I like where I am. I know that even if I make a jump to a bigger pond, I will eventually become familiar with the fish there and that I will soon feel suffocated, no matter how big the pond is to begin with.
I often feel like the Dostoevsky of my world with a war always raging in my mind, tearing me one way and then abruptly another. Is this ok? Am I unbalanced? I think, no...I am in my mid-twenties. I will have plenty of time for sanity once I am over thirty and have a gaggle of children and a white picket fence to look after. At least the irony of life always marches on. |
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Posted by avidlyava on 2008-01-09 13:12:24 | Rating: | Views: 50
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