the artwork of Jimi Liao, from UDN.com…
Translated…
After the typhoon,
He’d found, a small fish in the middle of the roads,
The size of his thumb, he’d kept it, inside his swimming pool.
A year later, the small fish grew to a big fish, and it’d become, his friend.
They’d waited every single day, for another downpour from another storm
So they can, follow the overflow of the waters, and make their ways into the oceans together.
It’s better, to always have a companion in life, isn’t it? Even IF that companion is something as small as a fish, that showed how we longed to connect to someone else, to have something, or someone who will, understand us, and be our friend when we need a shoulder to lean on…
a child kissing his dead goldfish goodbye, photo found from online…
Life, the Obstacle Course 