Fish

Why does it seem that with each passing day we learn something new that we really would rather not have learned? I mean why can’t we go through life in our own little bubble, oblivious to all around, sealed tightly in a shell that no one can puncture? Far away from the hurt and the pain and always seeing life from the eyes of a fish… yes a fish. So here I am a little gold fish born into a tank in at a pet store. All I do is float around, eat some food, look out from my world to the other, but not have the other touch me. I am alone, but I am ok because I always have someone feeding me and thus I live on submersed in all the grandeur of a tank. Ok so that sounds like a pretty dire existence, but I probably wouldn’t realize it since it is all I have ever known. Ok so from all my ranting on about being a fish, basically what I’m trying to say is that life would be easier if you didn’t know what was going on. If I took life that way, though I’m sure I would be an empty shell of a person who had no purpose and who would go through life blindly never valuing its true meaning. In my long 23 years of existence I believe that each moment should be cherished, especially those moments that are filled with pure happiness. My uncle has cancer and I have seen how it has been effecting his children, his wife and his relatives. I see my mom each day, trying not to dwell on his situation, praying to know end and being enveloped in sadness. I have personally never been in this situation before and I really don’t know how to handle it. I know each new thing in life is something we must learn, something that makes us stronger and ready for the next. But sometimes I’m just sick of it.