At the bottom of an ocean sat a man in a stupor.
" Why is it that you sit the way you do at the bottom of these waters? "
Asked a water wolf in passing.
" I sit for this life is short, and I could not live it so ignorantly following whatever tides may come as a fish would do. I would not be pushed into the unknown. I can face the current every day for the flow is something I do not submit to. "
He answered, and the wolf thought on his words.
" Indeed you can for your body and mind are resolved. Men and women often pit their wit and craft against nature and all things under it, including themselves. Yet in fighting the tide, you close your eyes to the force of the flow on your face. You lose feeling of anything else than clinging to the mud in your spite. Unable to see, little else to feel, what life is that to live? "
And the water wolf swam around the sitting man.
"Any woman or man can fight the tide day after day, and they can grow tired too. Charmed by their resistance, they continue the rest of their lives in this tired defiance but in the end always the tide shall win whether they struggled or not. Life is not short, my friend...but every moment of it is precious...meaningful. Is that what meaning you wish only to have in it?"
The man could not answer, and the wolf shrugged. It began to swim on and paused.
" You never know where the tide brings you, my friend. Warm or cold, light or dark. You don't ever really know, and you certainly will never know sitting here. I for one think you would look fetching swimming among the fish. "
And it swam away.
inspired by Jeesh's " Nemo " which can be found here youtu.be/TqtDera6qsA
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