Today i went fishing for Tiger Fish at Moringa Bay, Cahorra Bassa, Mozambique. The whole day, we caught nothing. Each person casts the line with its lure into the water more than 500 times in a day; every time reeling it in with the hope to get a hit. And as the empty hook appears again at the end of my reel, i prepare to cast again, hoping that this throw will be the lucky one, the magic one. 500 cycles of hope, application, disappointment and recommitment.
In a way it makes no sense, especially when comparing inputs and outputs, or value for money. Yet the dream and the hope to land the one keeps a person going. Needless to say, i wondered how this applied to development, to working with people, being prepared to put it out there 500 times, without the certainty of getting something in return or immediate satisfaction. Patience and humility. Big in fishing, small in development and CSI circles. Pitty. Maybe fishing should become part of managerial lifeskills ciriculums.
PS: On day two, I finally caught a fish… not that that’s important.