Whenever I go to the beach I am always intrigued by the folks who love to fish from the shore. To me, they are the personification of patience. I see them out there, casting into the rolling waves, all day long. After setting their line in the salt water, they affix the rod to one of those metal pole holders in the sand, and wait for a strike. They wait…..and wait…..and wait.
Honestly, I’ve been going to the beach for forty years, and I’ve never once seen them catch anything. Never. Yet they take their place faithfully each day, trusting that this might be the moment they hook something. Anything.
We would do well to learn from these people. I’ve never been very interested in fishing, but I envy the determination and optimism of these anglers. I’m willing to bet those qualities have served them well in the other aspects of their life. They must be very successful.
Otherwise, how would they have so much time for fishing?