On and off since I was a child I’ve enjoyed fishing. A gift from my father.
It’s not something that I’ve ever done regularly (or expertly) and I’ve never endured the extremes of discomfort that some do. What I’ve always enjoyed about fishing is the sense of adventure with the application of a little skill and effort. Perhaps most importantly, experiencing the fishing location itself and all that the great outdoors brings to that place. It’s a great education in “noticing” amongst many other things.
As a child I remember visiting fishing ponds stocked heavily with captive trout. You’d throw in a handful of food and see an artificial display of dozens of fish fighting for those morsels. You could even fish less heavily stocked ponds. Perhaps a great way to learn how to cast a line, catch and land a fish for a child. Artificial but not entirely without purpose. Fishing those captive grounds forever would just be pointless to my mind.
Yet in so many walks of life I see many people “fishing” those small heavily stocked captive ponds. Safe. Certain. Artificial.
There may be learning but it’s limited by its small environment.
There may be experience but it’s nothing like the unknown.
There may be a sense of adventure but it lacks the depth and reality the wider natural world brings.
We are humans who truly strive and thrive on the richness of the real world. It is beautifully challenging, uncertain and real.
If you spend your time in the safe, certain and artificial “bubbles” you’ll be rewarded. You may even enjoy it greatly. You’ll just never experience the beauty and richness beyond where the deeper learning happens. Where life really lives. Isn’t that where we all truly belong?