It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. There is this fish who is adamant that he goes with the flow. He wants to be part of the group. He follows all the latest trends and fashions. He jumps on bandwagons. He attaches himself to the whims of the day. He's a slave to pop culture, while at the same time he complains about it. He complains about it, because he is then somewhat heard. He will complain about those things in which he is a part of, to make a point that he is indeed still a part of it.
He's part of a school of fish that seems to flow with the current of things. He can't swim on his own so he needs the help of others to ease his swim. He finds power and safety in that energy stream. He doesn't have to work as hard, because the school carries him. There's strength in numbers and he feels an inner strength belonging. He is part of the gang. No one can stop them, no one can touch them. If some big shark is hungry and a few have to be sacrificed, so be it...there's still plenty of fish to keep the pack going strong.
If some of the fish get eaten up, no worries...they will keep producing and raising the same lineage over and over. The same dependency will flourish in the group for generations on and on.
The poor fish, thinks it's better to be a regular herring, then a red one. He doesn't realize the red one stands out. The red one gets the real attention. The red one discovers new lands and explores ideas. The red one meets new fish and start their own schools. The red truly are the free ones.
I know many herring. Most think they are red. The truth is, they are color blind. If they knew they were, they'd complain about that too. Just to be herd or just to be heard.
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