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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() I gaze at the goldfish in his luminous glass tank, watching him swirl through his bone-made castle, up and around like a waltz. Oh, how many questions I have
for you: Do you ever wish to be lifted beyond the skies? Up, up, and up! I wonder whether you desire to become a magical creature, like the Carp Fish I once read about in a book of Chinese mythology: the Carp Fish swimming upstream, against the river’s current before reaching the Dragon’s Gate. I fear we are quite different-- you, pounds lighter, smaller body and smaller brain, who makes do with what you’re given, no concept of fear, no fear of being tested by fate. Maybe we don’t have to be so different. I can choose hope over despair-- escape the confines of my self-made tank. Is freedom, my little fish, is it no more than this state of mind? Comments are closed.
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