Fishing Trip (NJ11)


Fishing Trip (NJ11)

This morning, I decided to wake up before the sun and venture out to a nearby lake for an early fishing trip. The stress of finals week had slowly begun to creep up on me, and I thought it would be in my best interest to relieve some of that stress before studying. I have always found fishing to be extremely calming, especially when it is just you, and the outdoors. The idea of patiently waiting for an intrigued fish to nibble on your line has always helped me deal with the tension of everyday life, and I suspected that this time would be no different. 

As soon as I got there, I removed my fishing rod from my car, bait my hook, and cast my line in the water. The water rippled in near-perfect circles each time my hook dropped into the small lake. A few birds flew above me in v-formation, drawing my attention to the sky. I admired the beauty of the sky, the vast infinite blue. Times like these are why I appreciate the simplicity of fishing. Not only is the act of fishing itself soothing to perform, but it also emphasizes the beauty of nature in the process. 

By being fully submerged in a natural setting, I was able to develop an internal connection with my surroundings. I felt as if I was not just placed in nature, but rather a part of nature. I saw myself symbiotically contributed to this world, as opposed to constantly exploiting nature for its uses. Who would have thought that the simple act of fishing could allow me to feel in such a way? I wanted to continue this feeling, but I knew it was time to escape the desirableness of nature and come back to the harsh reality of my academic career. 

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