There was a gold fish. Pretty dazzling in the cool blue water. Swimming with others, a happy existence.
One day... A shiny bait dropped down, completely unexpected to our character. It came on when this goldie was alone, leading it to make its own decisions. Our passionate swimmer liked the bait so much that it just couldn't stay away. Isn't it always that way? Why are so many addictions unhealthy?
Anyway, when intelligent brain blessed humans ourselves do the wrong things knowing its wrong, what could a small pretty young fish do? To do it justice, it didn't bite the bait. Survival comes first passion next. So the lovely thing decided to be near the attraction but far enough so as to not do anything foolish.
Its days became exciting, a whirlwind of wild imaginations and at the same time repeatedly told itself to be in control. It went on and our goldie had never had had so much fun, it had never known something so bad could entice it so much.
All things. good or bad, must come to end, albeit very sadly. The bait went away. The fish spending its entire life in the water had never felt so lost. It wondered how its days were, before it had felt so attracted to the bait. Days felt empty. It kept waiting for the bait to be back.
It was a good fish. Realized how lucky it had been to have experienced so many feelings and yet not to have got hurt. It went quiet for a few days. Just drowned in the way it had felt, took its time to slowly emerge from the aura of passion. It still wonders how it would have been to have taken the bait. What was there in the cards on the table?
Is Addiction really a choice? Yes, it is, a little fish told me so.
