My efforts
One day, with my mother’s advice echoing in my mind and a growing sense of purpose in my heart, I decided to take the first real step toward my goal. I walked to a nearby shop I had seen before—a small, cluttered place tucked between a grocery store and a repair shop. From the outside, it didn’t look like much, but inside it was like stepping into a world of possibilities. The shelves were filled with everything a fisherman—beginner or expert—could ever need.
With excitement building inside me, I browsed through the items. I took my time, examining the different types of fishing rods, feeling the texture of the lines between my fingers, and trying to understand the difference between the various reels. After comparing prices and asking a few questions, I managed to purchase all the basic gear at a bargain—my first fishing rod, a strong but affordable line, a simple reel, and a few other accessories I had learned about. I even picked out a small box of colorful bait, each piece designed to attract different kinds of fish.
Just as I was about to leave, something on the counter caught my eye—a glossy, full-color fishing catalog. It was filled with pictures, tips, and information about fishing gear, techniques, and even maps of local fishing spots. The shopkeeper smiled and said it was free. I took it eagerly, almost like a treasure, knowing it would be the perfect guide for my journey. That small booklet felt like a doorway into the world I had only dreamed of until now.
When I got home, I laid all my new gear on my bed, looking at each item with pride. Then I opened the catalog and began reading, page by page, absorbing everything I could. It didn’t matter that I was still a beginner—what mattered was that I had taken the first step. I was no longer just someone who dreamed of fishing—I was learning, preparing, and stepping into something real.
In that moment, it felt like the first chapter of a new story had begun—my story as a fisherman in the making.
