Why aren't we catching any fish?
It probably has nothing to do with your brother jousting the water...I don't know maybe they are not hungry.
But I see them and they look hungry.
Pondering for a second, Maybe if we cast out deeper...
Arm swings back in perfect javelin form, eyes focused mid-lake, snapping back with timed release. The trail of line arches through the clouds and lands with a loud splash along with the top half of the pole.
Did you mean to do that?
Yeah, figured if we could not hook them at least we could spear them. No, I did not mean to do that...
Sometimes things don't go like you plan. You try your best only to find your pole floating away from you, as fish share a laugh at your expense. They steal your bait and leave your hook barren, tease you and taunt you to frustration. Even when they are hungry they turn their nose up at your offer, afraid of the barbs that come with it. Sometimes you wait and wait for the moment that the stars align, only to find naught.
You will want not to try. Give up. Go home. Throw your tackle into the closet to gather dust, smiling at you every time you open the door. These days will make you forget you ever thought about what you could accomplish. You'll tell lies to friends on how everything is fine or how big the fish was, to hide your pain. Don't. We all have those days. Today will soon be gone, erased by plenty of tomorrows, if you let it.
The best part anyway is we did it together.
Bad days become better, when we face them together, any day.
Originally I wrote this for friends of mine that are facing marriage struggles, but as I was reading my blog roll today I happened upon a very special post by a good friend. Her words struck me, and seemed apropo. Enjoy.