I read somewhere recently that when fish are caught, some think that they do not have the cognitive ability to recognize that the end is near. From their perspective, their pain and suffering becomes the only reality they have, and the only reality they think will ever exist in the future.
As morbid and horrifying as that is, I thought of it today in a moment of weakness. In a moment when I felt that my stress and exhaustion were more than I can handle, and how could I possibly go on like this forever.
But then I remembered, I am not a fish.
I have the cognitive ability to recognize that this, too, shall pass. That my feelings today will be replaced with better ones tomorrow. That my suffering is temporary, and how wonderful to be able to logically come to that conclusion.
Just... a moment of appreciation for my cognitively developed (if at times neurodivergent) brain.
