And there really aren’t that many more fish in it, despite what the old adage might tell you.
Fishing in my particular pond is not proving to be a successful affair. Every now and again, I spot a nice, big, juicy fish (I don’t actually know anything about fish, but imagine it’s a really big one of the kind that people like to catch and eat). Sometimes it quizzically regards my bait and sometimes it even nibbles at it a little bit, but most of the time it just keeps going right past my line, which is left floating uselessly in the water.
Even a terrible fisherwoman like me does catch some fish, though. Usually the really little ones that no one really wants to eat and all discerning fishermen/women throw back in to the sea [pond]. But, sometimes, you hold on to that little fish just to spite the big, disinterested one.*
Do you see where I am going with this?
I can’t decide whether it’s a lesson in learning to be more satisfied with the things that I am able to catch – I still have a moral problem with not throwing back a little fish that I don’t want to eat; whether I should learn to be a better fisherwoman and catch some decent, edible fish (even though they may not be the big, juicy ones that I wanted); or whether I should start looking for a new and bigger pond. I’m not even really sure how one goes about becoming a better and/or more discerning fisherwoman (anyone with tips, drop me a line!) or whether moving ponds would generate any more success. I just know that I’m not really very happy with the fish that I am accidentally catching, but I would feel too mean to reject the fish and too moral not to. Dilemma.
Alternatively, I could give up fishing altogether and become a vegetarian. (I really do like bacon though, so I’m not sure that is a legitimate option.)
* This is a terrible idea and is not advised.