Apparently you’re the easiest fish to catch amongst all. You’re the easiest prey for the fisherman because you swim on the edge of the water; you can’t stand deep waters.
If we were to assimilate people to different kinds of fish here, sharks would be swimming in the abyssal, darkest parts of the ocean.

Unlike other fish that require specific and unique baits; you’re way more simplistic.
The fisherman opens his box of unworthy baits and hooks one for you and throws it into your comfort zone…Once you bite it, you’re instantly teleported into the hands of the fisherman.
Now what? Your fate rests upon the mood of that guy as he ignores the whole world around him and gazes upon your glimmering, still wet, scales as you become his most important catch, temporarily.
Effortlessly trying to evade and come back to your own world of peace and serenity that you miss already, you beg the fisherman to set you free and go catch another victim.
His answer? A wide grin starts to make surface from one end of his face to the other as he opens that wide would-eat-anything mouth of his, frantically laughing as he tells you:
« As if reasoning with the devil would change what he has stored in for you… »
And now you start wishing you were a shark. Why? Because no simple fisherman messes with sharks…But then it would have been too late.

Simplifying the evolutionary processes that would take too much wording to explain, I will suggest a pyramidal structure where the stronger the fish, the higher it ranks in this hierarchy.

So how do you become a shark?

How do we evolve from tiny fish that are preys to both the fisherman and other mates of the same species? How do you overcome this handicap imposed by nature on all players of the game?
According to this analogy, we aren’t born as sharks but we become ones. It’s through our experiences and struggles, that we climb these stairs and accordingly, we start to get used to the pressure found in the deep waters.
You don’t stop to ask the fisherman a question.
You don’t beg the fisherman for your life.
You don’t think by which means you will survive or whether you will succeed or not; you awake those instincts of yours that you’ve buried so cautiously under the rug, for so long you’ve submitted yourself to the norms of the society to the extent that today, your life depends upon whether or not you unlock that which you’ve hidden.. and still, you are consumed by your doubt; reluctant whether it’s the right choice or not.

You’ll fight for your life because in the next minute you will either be back to the pond as a fish, or into the fisherman’s treasure box.
You will be alive because of that strive to continue on existing; or you’ll be dead because you either didn’t cling to your life at all or not enough. Ironically; it’s a sink or swim situation for the fish.

Most people aren’t aware that it’s not the failures in our lives that put us down, it’s the absence of reaction that does.
As you’ve probably heard before; failing is a crucial part of learning. If everything were to work out perfectly since the first attempt; we’d have reached perfection long ago. But it isn’t perfection that we’re seeking here… It’s rather progress.
Falling through is just a way for us to review our point of view, our perception and understanding of the matter. More often than not, it ends up being an enlightening practice if driven by the right causes, that helps individuals reach out to the end of the tunnel, and emerge back to the normal world, more mature, more confident and most importantly, strongerthan before.
The problem with the modern generation, is that it’s become too neutral, so passive in front of matters of utmost importance.
The examples are innumerable…We’re either too shy to admit our feelings to a loved one, or we can’t tell the boss how wrong he is, just because he’s « the boss »… There’s too much wrong in this world…And staying still, holding silence was never a solution to this predicament.

So don’t be afraid to express your feelings. Be a mixture of everything! Have a portion of crazy to spice life up a bit and come up with ideas a normal person wouldn’t dare think about. A magic fragment of revolutionary sentiment that’ll make you unsatisfied.
Don’t forget a dose of perfection that’ll push you around, it makes a good combination with the revolutionary trait.

Emancipate that soul of yours.
Try something you’ve never tried before.
Take a shot you’ve not practised ahead of time.
Lend your ears to the nature and you might grasp a melody sung by angels.
Don’t miss out on the devils too, they chant differing harmonies but you don’t know what you might like.
That’s what I’m trying to engrave in you. Listen to everything: You don’t know what might surprise you! Because that’s how you discover life.

So don’t limit those dreams of yours, force them to reach the infinity and beyond. Be selfish, not in the behavioral sense, but as a synonym of ambitious.

Decline the fate the fisherman has reserved for you, who is he to decide that for you? Prove him wrong! Tell him: « I will be the one to decide the fate of the devil, not the other way around! Look at the title of this chapter godd*mit! »

Express that unsettling feeling of fear, scream out that which you frightens you, do it just for that one thing that makes your heart skip a beat whether it be a person or a passion, or both. You will notice later on, that this existence is merely about those moments where your heart rebels against nature and itself just to satisfy its needs.
And tragedy it is, when you find the heart of Che Guevara, linked to the mind of a made-to-obey-machine…
The heart, here and now, becomes worthless…

Now back to the fisherman dilemma…
At the end of the day, the fisherman is a gambler, a crooked old man with nothing to earn from this game but thrill, and you’re playing poker against him.
Now, he’s all talk. He loves a challenge and he’ll intimidate you till you wet your pants. But he geniunely has no control over the hand you’re served.
And he’s not even good at poker. So it all comes back to how you play your cards. That’s life for you.

Each time you suffer failure in life, you dive into the ocean of depression and struggle. Also the pond we’ve been mentioning…
You look around you, it’s the usual view..Fish of different sizes attempting, with peculiar mights, to get to the surface.
You take a look above you, way far on the surface…There was the wasted old boat, and the wasted older fisherman, having a smoke.. He slowly wakes up from the seemingly long lasting thought he was lost in…
Only this time, he opens that box of bait that cost him a couple bucks and hooks a lure just for you….