We’re all like fish in an aquarium, all trapped, limited by boundaries, engrossed in trifles. There are two types of fish in this large glass water tank, one completely unaware of the world outside, unaware of the limits of his world. His universe trapped in that glass tank.
Then, there’s the other kind, that has noticed the world outside and it’s possibilities, it yearns to be free, he knows and is aware of his imprisonment.
Which fish is happier?
What can the fish that has realized what lies beyond do? The pain that comes with realisation is a tragic irony.
I pity the fish that realizes his whole existence is pointless.