actuality.log


Monday, April the 23rd, 2007

Often times, I wonder why we’re so reluctant to casually float down the stream of life. Why we’re so insistent on struggling against the current, lusting after bits of algae glued to rocks on the stream’s bed. We believe we know how delicious these morsels are, but all we have to go by is what we see from above the water’s glistening surface. Are we sure the grubs here are so much more gratifying than the ones downstream?

It’s sadder still to realise how territorial we are, squawking grotesquely as we wrestle to stake our claim on places we can’t hold; for the stream forever flows.

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2 Responses to “Much like ducks”

  1. Michelle says:

    But what happens when you get to the end of the stream and find out there are no grubs and you ought to have grabbed them when you saw them?

  2. pundit says:

    I’d assume that people would rather deal with that eventuality when they got to it. Perpetually paddling against the current seems rather taxing to me.

    Their poor, tired, webbed feet.

    (This piece was literally written as I stared at two ducks constantly struggling to maintain their position against a fairly turbulent stream; gleefully bobbing their beaks in to the water collecting their prize.)


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