Little fish? More like fish food.

When I was looking for the perfect college, I went to an educational consultant. He was a nice man who told me that it was better to be a big fish in a little pond, as opposed to a little fish in a big pond. Deep down inside, I believed this. During college I moved around a lot and tried many different sized ponds, never really deciding which I liked best. But I hadn't tried the biggest pond of all-- the pond of New York City. Many of my friends lived there, and they allured me with romantic stories of its grandeur. After college I decided to move there, disregarding the wise advice that was given to me a few years earlier. I would give it six months and if it didn't suit me, I would move on. But I fell for New York. I fell hard, like many do. And then somehow, slowly, I began to fall on my face. I had far surpassed the six month mark--it had now been years. There were so many fish, and they were all swimming right past me. I started to feel very small. Then I realized I wasn't a fish at all. I was fish food. So now, here I am, this tiny little flake --floating along, waiting to be swallowed.