Ocean Cries Freedom
Running water never goes stale. This is the rule of nature. Once upon a swim, there was a fish who lived in a bowl all his life. He didn't know it then, but he had an amazing journey ahead. Get your snacks and blankets ready. Your in for another true story never told to humans before. And this story goes as deep as the ocean blue.
A pet fish lives its whole life only seeing through glass bright lights. It never swims beyond 12 to 14 inches of water. Unless they live in an aquarium that is, then they are very lucky. But this particular fish doesn't look up and see chandeliers all its life. He taps his nose on the glass every day like clockwork to see how far he can swim. Twice a day he eats and then once a week he gets taken out for cleaning day. Outside the window, he sees freedom.
Freedom sees him as well and calls out to him in whispers of the night. The glass around him grows larger every time he listens to his inner freedom. He no longer becomes confined to what has been chosen for him to live in. The looking glass was chosen as his prison, but he had other plans. He names himself and claims himself with a new name. His name would be Gibran.
Gibran made up his mind. He would plan his escape the next cleaning day. As soon as the hands took him out, he would jump into the toilet. When the opportunity showed itself, he leaped as far as he could go. The toilet was right there in the distance and he could feel freedom grasping his fins. But he failed.
A small round net caught him in mid-air and scooped him up back inside the clear bag. Gibran lost hope that very moment. From that day forward he stopped swimming toward the looking glasses corner to peer upon the ocean blue. He swam under the small crystal cave and remained in the shade away from sunlight.
Falling asleep, he'd have nightmares of the leap he had missed days before. It would seem that Gibran gave up on himself and never attempted another leap toward freedom. One particular night after falling asleep near the stone raft with a bone man holding a wooden raft, he awoke to a loud noise. Sirens screamed, footsteps clattered and voices mumbled above his dorsal fin.
He could see street lights and dark clouds appear before his bulging eyes. A concrete ledge was below him and one large hand with a golden ring had held him up as water fell between the fingers. Gibran grasped for air as the moisture pulled away from his body. His gills were drying up and suffocation began draining his life force. Suddenly, the hand dropped him 10 feet below a dock. He hit the sparkling waves of the night time shore. A blanket of sand swirled his body like a tornado, pushing him further away from the dock.
Swimming back above the water, before the waves carried him away, he spotted the mysterious human man. A dark skinned man wearing a brown Fadero hat, long black coat, with suede pants and boots. He had a gray beard and wore box glasses that were brimmed in golden brown and tinted tips. A smile from his face appeared as he watched Gibran be carried away by the watery womb.
Gibran let the waves carry him forward and soon gained the strength to swim on his own. Hours passed and seconds felt like forever as fear sank in his hollow bones. But soon, he realized that he was not alone. Plenty of other fish and ocean creatures greeted him in colorful fashion. His fins shined a ruby red, mellow yellow and mauve purple. Iridescent colors shaped the world around him and they came in all sizes, shapes, sounds and colors. The treasures of the infinite depths of the ocean were revealed before his eyes. A feeling he only felt in his soul to be true and a feeling he felt in his soul to be reality.
Gibran's story of freedom is the feeling of a fish that swims in a bowl all its life and see nothing but a reflection of itself. That fish fell in love with its reflection, until one day that reflection came to life.
In that moment, the bowl grew much more vast then before. Only then the fish realized that the world was not so small as it had preconceived. His imagination just was not big enough. In reality, he was actually a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
-THE END-
Written & Edited by Kenta Tahir
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