philosophy part II

I could pick out each fish as they wiggled their little tails with all their minnow might to get back to where they'd come from - to not have to go into the unknown. That's when I saw their next destination: a sewer drain. Oh, I thought. They'll be fine. They'll wash into some stream and build a happy prosperous colony their. I wonder, how many of us are desperately swimming up a paved street, not knowing that where we are inevitibly headed might just be okay or even a betterplace for us.