Every time I look at a fish tank with the little fishes swimming around or bumping their noses against the glass, I wonder if they are ever truly happy in there.
Because through their clear window, they see us walking about and at places where the tank is placed at the verandah, they can easily see people coming and going through the gate, proving people are at liberty to extend their boundaries.
Or do they assume their lives are only confined to their tank as opposed to sea fish, whom they have no idea exist, and that human beings are the ones with all the space in the world? And if they do, do they ever consider walking themselves? Is that why when there is no hood on the tank, they jump out?
Or do they jump out accidentally and panic because of leaving the safety of the tank, lack of water a mortal danger aside?
Do they see the tank as God or as their prison?
Maybe fishes only with an ocean view from their suite attempt to break free.