There were two fishermen at sea. I watched the two boats rock gently in the waves. One of them held on to two rods. The other had only one. I asked the one with two rods why he was doing that. He said,"So that I can have a higher chance of catching a fish! I will just take home whichever fish that first bites the bait." The fisherman with one rod just sat quietly with a slight smile on his face. On his face, I saw a quiet determination; he knew what fish he wanted to catch.
With a yelp, the fisherman with the two rods reeled in his catch. It was a small, beautiful fish. He was happy for a while. But then he started looking longingly at the other rod. Was he wondering about what he would have caught with the other rod? Would it have been a bigger, better fish? Or would it have been a worthless fish that couldn't feed anyone? This, he would never know. With one last yearning look at the rod, he decided to pack up his gear and rowed away.
The sun was almost setting and still the fisherman with the one rod, waited.
And then I heard a splish splosh. The fisherman had caught a huge, silvery fish with scales that glistened like diamonds. His face was aglow with pride and joy. This was the fish he wanted. Had lovingly prepared the bait for. Had carefully chosen the spot for. Had patiently waited for. With that, he sailed away with his prized catch into the sunset.
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