I’ve been looking for inspiration these past few days (not quite looking, more like hoping to bump into it) and I think it just found me.
I was cleaning the dishes from yesterday’s dinner when this little creature crawled out, my first thoughts – what on earth is that? what is it doing there? why did it wait all night to come out? is it the only one? – I was terrified, one: because I hate crawling things and two: because I had absolutely no idea what it was, but thank God I handled it (no screaming involved *bold face*).
I eventually figured that it was a baby cat fish (weird right?) a very tiny baby cat fish which crawled out from the remains of its mother in the dish (I guess). Now I’m thinking, how is that even possible? the cat fish was smoked, soaked in boiled water and then in the soup, yesterday had to be the second day after it was cooked, so how is it possible that a baby fish survived, (I was all the more awed), and considering that I never liked the fish to begin with, I guess I’m never going to try it.
How did it survive all those processing? Well I don’t have the answer to that but it did teach me that whatever has been destined to survive, no matter how unlikely, uncertain or unfavorable the condition is will definitely survive. That little fish was definitely a survival (too bad I had to kill it).
So I’ve decided that no matter what challenges life throw at me, as long as I’m breathing I know that I’m going to survive.
Peace be with you…