So I read this article today, about how this guy who has been trying to catch this elusive sawfish for 20 years finally caught it. There are so many avenues and dimensions to this story that it boggles my mind. It is something I personally have thought about at length, what would I do when I finally catch that sawfish. That peculiarly rare creature that has evaded me, mystified me, fascinated me, frustrated me to no end, but at the same time given me a singular sense of purpose all along.
There would obviously be the hallelujah moment of finally having done it. But what next, what does happen next. Would there be a sudden blasé quietness from a lack of direction thereafter. How about the sawfish would it be depressed, angry or have a huge mocking sawfish smile with yea Einstein you finally got me. How about if this sawfish was actually disappointing in person but terrific only in pursuit. And what would I do with the sawfish once caught it, do I keep it all for myself and my glory, I am definitely not the killing kind so that’s out of the window, or do I let it back in the wild with the understanding that both of us had a fantastic run chasing but now that we have met and obviously realized that I can do it if required it is time we let go or more so I let it go..
Once my elusive prey and me have resolved our feelings and moved on what happens to my purpose. 20 yrs of single minded determination and in one spectacular moment it is gone. Success at the price of purpose lost, bittersweet. I can erect new goals, change my temperament or revel in the success and call it a life. The ending is always interesting would it be a full stop or a dot dot dot, I think I will have to find that out…
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2 comments:
why do i get the feeling the sawfish is not really a sawfish?
btw....only 1 in '11?
Thanks for sharing your thoughts on black-and-white.
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