Fishbowl Crisis

I'm having an internal conflict and I don't know what to do.

It's nothing trivial but of great life importance. Yet, I can't write the details.

I feel confused, scared, desperate. Just stuck.

Let me tell you a story...

Once upon a time there was a fish. It lived in a comfortable fishbowl. It loved its small home because, even though it had a short memory, it always remembered the time it was caught out of the ocean and was fighting for its life.

However, after living in this lovely fishbowl for a while, it started wondering if it really was its home. Was this small fishbowl enough for the fish? Did it want to live in it its whole life?

When a bird flew by, it asked the fish if it wanted to take it back to the ocean. The fish didn't know. Did it want to risk being caught by the fishermen? But on the other hand, there was a possibility of being in the ocean forever and finding a much better home - larger and more beautiful.

While the fish was thinking, the bird flew away, leaving the fish in its fishbowl. Life went by and who knew if another bird would ever fly by, and if it did, would the fish be able to make the decision then?

The End.
(for the fish, not for me...)