This morning I watched the fishes swimming in our little pond, my left chest felt burning, my breath felt short... The fishes have only that little pond to think about. They don't have to think about life out of the little pond. They don't have to think about living, loving, being hurt, being betrayed... Things look easy.But I'm not a fish. I have many things to think about and to act on. Things are tough. I wish I could stop but I have to move on. If I stop, things might fall apart. Maybe in many ways, I am just like the fish. I don't see them stopping. They swim all day.
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