When I was much younger, I spent hours of my day underwater as a self-employed scuba freelancer. At least 20 hours a week blowing bubbles in the warm Caribbean Sea for years…much younger with all of the misguided enthusiasm to go along with it…here’s the point:
I can honestly report: I’ve never met an unhappy fish.
(unless you include aquariums, and, even there…as they are well fed in a safe environment with medical coverage and benefits, which although administered poorly like our own well intended health systems, isn’t necessarily abusive…so…
Naw, even in aquariums, they’re not unhappy.
They’re bored senseless.
This is not natural…
Some of us have a lot more in common with them, as we swim around our safe, cozy environment, well-fed, insured, cared for in all the superficialist of ways,
than we can ever dare take a look at.
We’re not bad.
And, unlike the fishes,
most of us are unhappy.
We sense we’re capable of so much more.
And we are.
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