Metaphor – goldfish
My friend got some old notebook and by deploying it on one of the pages, running his eyes over the page, began to tell.
Once there was a fish- a Golden, beautiful, young, attractive.
Goldfish swam in the pond. But once there was a fisherman who wanted to catch it. He knew how to catch it.
At first, just waved her hand, touts, then throwing her some flowers, then even lured. The fish came, but not for long and in any case did not jump to the fisherman in the net.
The fisherman soon realized he needed something for the fish to bite. Something that wants each fish from an early age, something that becomes an accomplishment for every fish after stories and stories of their mothers, grandmothers, or even bridesmaids.
The fisherman took the gold product… Maybe it was a ring, and maybe the hook. Doesn’t matter.
It is important that the bait fisherman is dropped into a pond. The fish took the bait. She thought it was made of gold — a sign of love, loyalty and serious intentions.
A fisherman caught the fish and put it in your aquarium on the windowsill overlooking the pond. Until the end of days could fantasize as she swims with other fish, as you could go in swimming, and, may be, to be in the lake or river. But all that was waiting for her daily, almost constant pastime with this fisherman, almost the same food.
And if at first she was interested and okay with it and liked his care, but now all she could feel is disgust or sadness. Realizing his fate, the fish wept bitterly, and her tears filled the aquarium. And the water level rose higher. Perhaps if the water level rose to the brim, she could emerge from the aquarium.
There were days when the fish were crying, there were days when didn’t cry. But every tear brought her to a decision. The more tears shed, the fish, the higher was the water level, the more tears and resentment led her to thoughts about freedom. Once the water rose to the brim. But the fish was not in a hurry to leave the aquarium, took the time to throw the fisherman. She rushed from one edge of the aquarium to the other end and looked at the pond, for the fisherman.
She thought about how accustomed to the aquarium and fisherman, to her habitual days, to the routine, eventually. She thought about how exciting it will be to get used to the new — new environment, new surrounding. And suddenly she saw in the pond carp. He was splashing in the pond, was playfully splashed water and enjoyed life. And then the fish realized how dull her life, and that this is not what you need it to. It dispersed and reappeared.
Once in the pond, the first thing she felt — as spacious around as much in front of her capabilities. She walked, swam everywhere wore on her heart, met with other fish girls and guys. Tried everything I pretend. And then, one day, found a quiet beach, away pond.
There she met the crucian carp, which has inspired her. Over time, they began to spend time together. And, unexpectedly, she turned to a Golden color. And soon they began to fry – like her Golden color. Since then, the pond Golden because gold fish, floating in it, reminiscent of shimmering gold.
Then my friend closed the notebook and handed it to me, and when I opened it, I saw only blank sheets…