Little fish

When you’re still young you move out of the world that was once built for you years before, and to you, even though your skin is still smooth and milky, it seems like you have been alive forever. It seems like you’ve experienced so many things in life. You’ve developed arms of steel and an invisible shield that keeps all evil away from you. You conscience can hold so many things at once You know that nothing bad could ever happen because there’s a feeling you have that everything is safe. Even with everything that happens out in the world. Even when dark tinted newspapers tell you that the world is a cruel place, and will always be a cruel place. Even when people lock their doors as tight as they can to keep out the evils of the world. You venture out with your head high because you can look beyond the evil, the destruction and the disappointments. You can even save the world because you are a supper hero and you know it very well. Every little bit of bad news that you read convinces you even more that you are mighty and could make the world a better place. With one finger waved in the air you can make sad people happy and you can clean a messy room with just a touch of your hand. You are magic and wonderful in every area of life.

But you better watch out.

When things are as high, as high as they can be, you can crash pretty hard when you fall, and when things are that high, you usually do fall. Somehow even though everything is beautiful from the angle that you see it there’s always a hole where the worst things can get you down. People convince you; you convince yourself even that the same world you’ve always lived in has made you captive. Your arms of steel and your high head aren’t the traits of a supper hero because there are many more like them and you are just a lonely fish in the battling sea of the world. Those dark newspapers were right because the world is a cruel place, and then you learn of heaven.

You learn of God. You learn how to prey and sing and listen. Somehow you learn to be calm within yourself and begin to understand that those days when you thought you were invincible will never come back. You can’t save the whole world you can only save yourself. The world is full of magic but only if you dare to see it and even the loneliest of little fish have friends