A fishing boat quietly leaves the harbor before dawn, its shadow dissolving into the dark horizon. A man stands behind the steering wheel, his collar turned up against the morning chill as he guides his ship toward open waters. More days than not, he returns by noon with a modest catch, while on others, he returns empty-handed. Either way, he secures his boat and spends his afternoons with family and friends. Wake, sail, sell, and return. Nothing more, nothing less.
Many a businessman has approached the fisherman offering schemes for expansion. Time and time again, he thanks them and declines. “And what would I do with such wealth? Buy a second boat? Hire more workers? Build a fleet? To what end? So one day I can… do this?” He gestures to his home beyond the docks, smiling. “I must go, my wife is waiting with lunch.”