A warbler cries from a nearby tree, leading my eyes to its branches. I am irritated by the disruption in my thoughts, but as I turn back to look at the surface of the water, there’s a tug on my line. As I pull back, I lift a small fish. It struggles in a fight it can’t win.
I am like the fish. Struggling in life, swimming upstream, fighting a battle I can’t win. We all have our place in life, but I can’t help but realize I am worth far more than the fish. My value more than is assessable by the balanced scales of an accountant.