Raison d'être
It was a quiet Friday morning, I was enjoying my morning tea watching Pearlie our betta fish nibbling away. This has become more of a weekend routine now, when the rest of the family is in deep slumber. On one such Friday rendez-vous I started whistling and talking to her; she comes to my side of the tank but I am still figuring out if she enjoys it or is chiding me for killing her peace. I gratefully acknowledge she is the only one in the family that responds immediately when I call her to feed. Looking at her, I wonder how she feels being all alone in a small tank with no company and little food that nevertheless seems to keep her super active all day. I am left wondering what keeps her going, is it the hope of the next ounce of meal or something bigger. I am reminded of a word my French teacher had taught me at school 'Raison d'être' which can be literally translated as 'Reason for one's being'. Each of us should discover the reason for our existence, which ...