I got so bored I wrote a short story... no flamm pls 
There was once a fisherman who lived his life knowing only how to
fish. Every morning he will get up early in the morning just so
that he can have more hours to fish before he sleeps.
He desired having fish so much, he dreamt about it every single
day. In his waking hours, all he can think about is fish, fish and
more fish. His favorite fish is white pomfret which he dreams about
almost every night
However, every time he casts his fishing rod, he only manages to
get thrown out rubbish or at best a few shrimps.
He tried everything possible, from getting a better fishing rod,
reading up on better fishing locations or better fishing times and
yet to no avail.
This went on for quite some time. As time goes by, his desire
slowly waned. He realised that there must be more to life than just
fishes. Finally, after failing to fish for the last time, he
stopped.
The fisherman decided try out other things. He learnt to ride a
bicycle. He travelled around to places he was too busy to visit
while he was fishing. He tried hiking, reading, mountain climbing
and a whole host of other activities which he never tried before.
He enjoyed doing all these things and when he tire of them, he
discovered that there were always new things he havent tried.
Fishing was still his primary love. Yet as time passes, it became
just an interest. And then, a distant memory.
Some time later, the fisherman decided to learn sailing as he has
grown affection for the sun, the sand and the sea. He bought a sail
boat and steered his boat northwards towards the shimmering
sea.
After hours of cruising through the emerald waters and after that
enjoying the sunset, the fisherman went back. As he left the
gangway, he noticed a net caught by a hook onto the stern of his
boat. With great effort, he removed the net and threw it on the
floor. Within the net lies a great multitude of shrimps, groupers,
bass and of course white pomfrets.
