In reality,

we are all blind fish,

swimming into

the nets laid for us

by the eager fisherman

Destiny.

Sure, one may attempt to break

through the

small holes in the mesh

or ride

with the waves,

but,

in the end,

most of us will be swept into

the boat

to be fried and eaten.

The others,

the few others

who can swim a league

against the current,

are swallowed

by the course of a raging shark

called Fate

or find their way

into a small stream

by a small village

named R. Doom,

where a young girl sweeps them

up in a small green net

and places them into

a goldfish bowl.

And if one is lucky enough

to pass through these tests,

their fatality comes

from flying off of

the edge of the world.

So,

in a way,

our blindness hinders us,

but even so,

sometimes,

it is better to

NOT see where

one is going.