Fishing Holes

I consider myself among the lucky people in this world, even if I have had my share of problems. Today, while out riding my bike, I saw a guy about my age fishing through a tiny hole in a concrete cover of a stormwater drain on the road. The hole couldn't be more than 5cm across, so the fish wasn't ever going to be huge but this guy thought it worthwhile to sit there on the street and fish. If he caught a fish, which seemed very unlikely, was it to feed himself, or his family? Or maybe said fish was destined for the market stall of a friend or cousin? He was there, so I guess there was a good reason for him being there. Maybe this was one of the more lucrative fishing holes, as later I saw a small boy following suit with a line down the same hole.

A cheap plastic bag kite against  monsoon skies, at our
 local park. Unrelated to this post, but I just liked it! 

The scene made me realise just how lucky I am to be able to have so much in the way of choice in my life. I can pretty much do whatever I want, and live wherever I want, limited only by my imagination, whereas the people here are quite locked into a life of pretty much being, and staying, here. A child growing up here sees the life as normal, and has no need or knowledge of any other way of life. Money for travelling to Bangkok, let alone the world, doesn't even figure on the horizon. A people toil, and a government prospers...