Life is but a fishing line cast out onto the ocean of being.
In search for the riches of the sea, only to be slowly reeled in one day at a time.
Some lines get cast far from shore. Some are cast close.
The distance is not known until the reel stops with the hook only seconds from the pole.
The distance doesn't matter. The ability to enjoy our time in the sea is what is important.
Whether the riches are caught or not, the fisherman decides if the pole will cast the life again.
If the fisherman stops, so does the hope to catch another fish.
If the fisherman casts, life will rise again.
-In memory of my friend Marc Allain
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