The salmon work so hard but the water runs so fast. It holds them back; they push. They flail; they fail. It pushes them back, again. They keep trying, again and again. The water keeps rushing and raining; flowing and filling up the creek. The salmon keep rushing and rallying; floundering and falling back. Is it futile? It’s life; the will forces the way. But who’s will and who’s way? Who wins? Brains and brawn; Beauty doesn’t matter. The whole thing is beautiful. It inspires me. It depresses me. But the Salmon know: It’s better to die a big death than to live a small life. |
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