Catch in life. Fishing lure passes through the air and lands at the edge of the reeds. The pike chops the fishing tackle directly. The pike is a little when it is up on the gray rock. How many hours in my life have I seen the fishing tackle go through the air? Fishing has followed me since childhood. Fishing herring in the spring and pimple perch on the winter, with the ice drill drilling hole after hole. Now only the memories are left of the happiness’s face when the fish nipped. I am chasing completely different things in my life now. The biggest I haven’t had to nip, yet. The happiness of being able to succeed, catching the happiness. So it becomes permanent as an immobile rock by the sea. Happiness is thinner than air and infuses away through the gaps in life’s crackled corridors of cotton-like, air castles. Does it even exist? It is said that you must have a counter-pole in order to experience the other. So the opposite of happiness may be sorrow. Without the grip of grief in the River of Life, happiness cannot be captured. The cat mom eats up the kittens is a picture I try to push away. But it is not possible and maybe it is the picture that takes me closer to happiness. How many times do I have to face the opposite pole before it becomes permanently anchored in the frozen core of my heart? There are so many questions I can’t answer. Imagine if I could just be ordinary. Don’t philosophize much. Just think of everyday events in life. Jobs, rest, food and where to go next vacation. Simple and concise. I crank the line of life, once again and hope that this catch is what I want most. But once again I am disappointed. Another road choice that gave fiasco. I clear the lure and prepare the next throws. Faith is said to be able to move mountains. I think everything will be better, I throw in the stream of life. Now I will pull up the catch of the happiness of life that takes me to the stone by the sea, where time stands still and everything is ok….
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