Fishing So I Can Write
Translated from the original Persian post. The cover image is an editorial visual for this page, not an image from the X post.
Sometimes I go fishing.
My friends laugh. “You only go to feed the fish,” they say. “You’ve never caught so much as a tiny one.”
I smile, sit beside the pond, bait my hook, cast it into the water, and wait. So far, they are right.
I go there to think about writing. Fishing is only the set dressing.
But the voice inside me knows I’m right about why I go.