100 Pound Marlin
DescriptionThere’s plenty of fish in the sea but what if you feel like the only one.
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I was the 100 lb. Marlin. I was the one you caught that you would take the celebratory photos with and brag about to all your friends and family. I was the ultimate catch. You pulled me up onto your boat and awed at me. You made me feel so special, and it was exactly what I thought it would feel like. What I dreamed it would feel like. This is why people fish; to catch the 100 lb. Marlin! A once in a lifetime catch. But then... you turned around and put your pole back in. And I understood... you haven't fished in a while. You came out all this way to fish...why stop at the first big catch. And I knew how special I was to you, so I wasn't worried. So, you started to catch other fish. You would pull them up onto your boat and spend a little time with them, but always threw them back. A few slipped off your hook, and I could tell that really upset you. I was there though, and I knew I could make you feel better. Every once and a while you would throw some water on me, so I knew you knew I was still there for you. And I knew you would eventually put the pole down and give me the attention I needed for being your perfect catch. I slowly started dying on the deck of your boat, and really started needing that water you threw at me. I started to worry that I would never get that celebratory photo and attention for being the catch of the day... catch of a lifetime...that I felt I so deserved. I even thought, maybe I should make my way back into the water. I needed the water. But I didn't move. I knew in my heart, that any moment you would turn towards me and realize you were a fool for continuing to fish when I was right there. So, I waited. And waited. And waited... I finally realized I could no longer sit on your deck dying slowly in the sun while you continued to fish. I had to get off your boat and go be the 100 lb. Marlin for someone else. Maybe I was never the 100 pound Marlin. Maybe I was only a small feeder fish you use to catch the bigger one. Or... Maybe I jumped onto your boat. Or I was just floating at the top of the water... waiting to be picked out of the water so easily? I don't know. But I do know I felt like that 100 lb. Marlin for you, which is why it hurt so much. The question is not, was I the 100 lb. Marlin or not, it is why am I not the fisherman?