We spent an afternoon fishing this weekend, and ever since, I’ve been trying to come up with something blog-worthy about it. You know, the pseudo-spiritual analogy that ties in and around some sort of anecdote.
I feel it should be easy. Fishing is so gentle and reflective, surely there is something pithy to be said about it.
Life is like fishing: No matter how patiently you wait, sometimes you’re just waiting for the wrong thing, something that just ain’t never gonna bite.
Too depressing? How about -
Life is like fishing: The people who stick with you through the tangles, and snags and caught trees, are the people who make it worth living.
Life is like fishing. It’s not about what you accomplish...
but who you accomplish it with.
Perhaps all of the above? =)