The Harmless Jellyfish

Invisible to the world it floats at its ease. Unencumbered by walls and barriers, it travels thousands of miles. But alas, it cannot move, carried by the current it is pushed hither and thither. Despite the lengthy journey it has seen little but surrounding waters. Every day introduces the possibility of death, every night introduces the chance that day will never come. Not for this poor soul. An invisible entity in a sea of life. it has no power of movement no choice of destination. Shackled to the roaming swells that will one day toss it to ground, shattering the fragile being on a rocky shore or leaving it to dry on a hot sandy beach. Death. Death is all that awaits it. And yet, is it even alive?

What is the point? What good does it do to be tossed amongst the breaks? At times it sees others like itself yet they, at least, can hunt. Throwing stingers at passersby they rope their kill. But not this one. A poor soul with no sting. Doomed to starve until it is no more. Whether by a hunter or by the lack of life, it will one day end. That will be the day its consciousness is broken and all that is left is rotting invisible flesh. Unseen, unfelt and unloved.