The Story of the Little Dolphin in the Sharks' Pond

There was a story about a little dolphin that was swimming in the sharks' pond. In his own little world, he was trying to have his own experience in this big ocean he was given.

The little dolphin was an artist at heart and everything he did was pouring some parts of his creativity to the world around him. Nothing more and simple as that! He wasn't looking for the shark's attention or joining the ponds' party. Not even an ounce! He just wanted to live his own experience while it was given.

One day, the little dolphin though it would be great to have a nice gathering to bring together laughter and passion for the life in the pond. So he created a scene for that! Preparing the scene for the little dolphin was no piece of cake, though! He had to struggle big waves, an afflux of sticky algae, undefined forms of existence with afloat movements. But he kept on swimming in shallow water.

He went on and put a lot of work and dedication into his idea! One head to go straight in all direction at the same time! Preparing the scene for others to play! It was not for him, it was for the others! Because, everything he thought about was to see the joyful dances of the pond's fish. In the end, this was all that mattered!

He did not want to disturb anyone, not even the sharks' egos!  He loved the sharks with all their cracks, and the entire pond with all its diversity! He understood the sharks' fears to lose their places in the little pond and be drawn into the huge ocean filled with enormous sharks.

"They could have been so pretty if they were not that ugly!" the little dolphin was thinking.

The little dolphin entered the round surrounded by sticky jelly fish and small sharks with huge sharp teeth. The carapace of shrugged shells were trying to linger on his back making it harder to move forward. Nothing scary, though! Only a few dispersed kind of reverberations to make a lot of noise.

While the little dolphin was licking his wounds from all kind of lacks (manners included), the sharks were putting their best robes to dance on the scene. It was their scene now! Sharks were having their share of glory. And the little dolphin was just looking at all of them in delight.

"What a circus" he said.

Those who stalked the little dolphin came to see the performance and greeted him with a grinning mouth gesture. All in moulded conviviality! Those who did not catch the wave, waited for the sea to calm down in order to stir it. Just for their own ego's pleasure! Tails moving in circles around them! But the little dolphin did not care of any of these. He thought ego was a waste of his time and a big black hole in the entire pond. He needed the light to colour all that scene he created, spreading love in the pond. He knew all those fish talking about love around them, but in fact not sharing any of it. Just to get a piece of the pond's crumble!

"Pitiful creatures!" the little dolphin said in the corner of his mind.  

But the little dolphin kept on swimming and minding his own little things and going his own little way. A small path, well kept with love corals and the surrounding rainbow light. He understood that his role and his own way, his manner of spreading his love was nothing but his very own experience and he didn't have to justify to anybody, his own existence.

He understood that no matter how the sharks, jelly fish, were struggling to be the main performers, this was having no importance at all. Even if they wanted to put the laurels onto their heads, pulling some strings to the well known cousins or acquaintances from the meta. The little dolphin was watching and could see it all: vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas!

It felt like Inversed Reality to him! This is what the little dolphin was seeing! Inversed values, inverted beings, inside monsters with fishy faces! Most of them were only after the prey, forgetting about what existence was all about! Cheerleading was an inside game.

The little dolphin was happy for those who came to be part of it, in what the scene really meant.  A strong embrace to make the bubbles go away for clear water! Those who understood took part freely and joyfully, dedicating themselves to the love spreading in the pond. They were sparkling beautiful fish that enlightened the entire place. It seemed like those who truly understood were very few. But they could make a difference for the entire ocean!

By Andra Oprea