A Baby Shark At Work

The cool waters moved. Giant waves unfolding their strength. A wonder. Simplicity. In its purest shape. Deep beneath the surface was something. Some thing or maybe some being. It was small. Only a baby. It was following the steps of its fellow sharks. With curiosity. 'When I shout out loud that other fish or even humans can trust me, maybe then I will be able to have a decent meal.' Just a thought, nothing more than that. The ocean's belly laughed. It knew better. It does not work that way. The truth is in the actions. Words can promise a lot but never win the battle. The baby had to learn that lesson.

But with trial comes progress. After several weeks of using the color of red tomato soup with meat balls baby shark reflected on its deeds. The results were a disaster. Nobody approached baby shark. Although it passed the message that it was trustworthy. The fish giggled and felt amused. Just a little shark trying to fool others. Cute in its own ways. It must be said that baby shark tried to be different and thought that that would support its goals. Baby shark failed. Greatly. Not afraid to admit it.

Baby shark was hungry. Wanted to catch some little ingredients. It was time for change. Since the Trust me campaign was not working at all, it decided to leave the last applied approach for something better. It would be bolder and attack its prey instantly. Like big sharks do. Just do it. Without doubt and hesitation. Baby shark observed the big boys and girls. Saw how they had fun just doing what they loved most. With passion. Nobody and nothing could escape their world. So the story continues.

The moment arrived, where baby shark felt like the big sharks. A small fish was having a great day. Swimming to the left and to the right. On a sunny day. The ocean' eyes watched the adventure. The big sharks were watching too. Curious how things would develop. They were confident that baby shark would win the game. As all sharks are confident. A blessing in disguise. A star quality among the great ones. Baby shark was too focused, could not see the eyes of the big ones. Then the process started.

Navigating to the object of desire. Full focus. No loss of time and energy. Just one way. Forward. Poor little fish. It had no chance. This was written in the stars. The baby shark felt so big and so fresh. The big sharks were proud. The small fish closed its eyes and hap snap gone. Baby shark's belly was dancing. From that day on, baby shark never had to eat tomato soup with meat balls again as it had learned to catch its own desires. A lesson of a lifetime. Just doing it and believing in its own powers was the answer to it all.

Trust me, it is that simple

By Liesbeth Leysen