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Solitary night hunting
"What can an honest man talk about with the most pleasure? Answer: himself." -F.Dostoyevsky
I walk quietly because I like to be discreet. My destination? I will find out when I get there. What good is it already to know where we are going, if we don't even know where we are coming from? On the other hand, the path I am using at the moment is very familiar to me, it allows me to find myself alone, far from the rest of the pack. Even if I cannot perceive all the usual details, because of this obsidian obscurity which afflicts the present moment, I feel safe. I can truly be me!
Not that my existence within the herd is so constraining or suffocating; it has allowed me to find a wonderful life partner, but this sense of loneliness brings me a real feeling of freedom. The one I need to recharge my spiritual batteries or, quite simply, to find myself alone with my conscience. The languid and repetitive rhythm of daily work often brings me this desire to retire in order to find solutions to this stagnation. I believe there is more to this existence than just sleeping, hunting and eating.
I watch what my contemporaries accomplish during the day, and it saddens me to see that there are so many among them who bask in the status quo. They prefer to watch the grass grow longer and the leaves change color rather than try, at the very least, to do actions that would undoubtedly add value to their monotonous sedentary lifestyles. I also get caught up in the game often, I have to admit, because I like, after a hard day of hunting, lounging in my lair and not thinking of anything more than nothingness. But I have this quiet strength to want to change things, for myself, but also for those around me; just bite your tail harder than the last time, to avoid a stillness that could turn out to be incurable.
I stopped for a moment near a stream, it had been a long time since I had been drinking, since sunset, in fact. I look at my reflection in the water and see only the two yellow dots that are my eyes. How difficult it is sometimes to accept ourselves as we are. Learning to live with the physical and psychological differences we face on a daily basis is an ordeal that takes a long time to accomplish. However, until recently, I found that I resembled a little like all the other members of my species: physical traits which do not really stand out from the others, a personality without burst of extravagance and a conformist mentality. But this adversity, which life seems to take pleasure in sending us without warning, allows us to learn and discover who we really are, and ultimately, allow us to embrace and cherish the entity that we are.
"But he who is hated by the people like the wolf by dogs: it is the free spirit, the enemy of shackles, the one who does not worship and who haunts the forests." -F. Nietzsche
I don't consider myself an outcast from this pack; in return, some might find my ways and behavior unusual. On the other hand, I am a worthy representative of my species, because I am an individual who observes a lot and learns in a similar way. I am easily melted in the crowd, but detonates strangely alone. At first sight, I am believed to be imposing and aggressive, whereas when someone takes the time to get to know me, I am an animal with a gentle and caring character.
The sky seems to have cleared up a little bit, because I can see the small bright spots that I like to observe when I am alone or with the one who shares my den. Contemplating this infinity of stars always leads me to ask what there is further, in this vast expanse of absolute mysteries. How far are we able to define as inevitable the knowledge we have about our existence and everything around us? Our ancestors, and the scratches in caverns are there to prove it, have constantly tried to discover the completeness of our species. However, generation after generation, we have to admit that we will always be in some kind of a nought, because each being is different; its experiences and its environment are just as important: the world is in perpetual motion.
My quest for beauty ends here for today! I have not given up on the idea, fear not, I am a perseverant by nature. But the view that awaits me fully satisfies me: a panoramic and plunging view towards a vast expanse of trees and lakes. In the distance, mountain ranges as high as I can imagine, a sparkling sky and this huge white ball that has always fascinated me so much, who, with his full benevolence, is watching me quietly. I am lucky to be able to attend this kind of show when I want, because I know that there are some of my fellow lupines who do not care about these moments; they prefer to discuss the passing of time…
A howl suddenly enlivens the serene silence that has reigned since my arrival at the summit; he celebrates life like me. I think I will join the game!
"What can an honest man talk about with the most pleasure? Answer: himself." -F.Dostoyevsky
I walk quietly because I like to be discreet. My destination? I will find out when I get there. What good is it already to know where we are going, if we don't even know where we are coming from? On the other hand, the path I am using at the moment is very familiar to me, it allows me to find myself alone, far from the rest of the pack. Even if I cannot perceive all the usual details, because of this obsidian obscurity which afflicts the present moment, I feel safe. I can truly be me!
Not that my existence within the herd is so constraining or suffocating; it has allowed me to find a wonderful life partner, but this sense of loneliness brings me a real feeling of freedom. The one I need to recharge my spiritual batteries or, quite simply, to find myself alone with my conscience. The languid and repetitive rhythm of daily work often brings me this desire to retire in order to find solutions to this stagnation. I believe there is more to this existence than just sleeping, hunting and eating.
I watch what my contemporaries accomplish during the day, and it saddens me to see that there are so many among them who bask in the status quo. They prefer to watch the grass grow longer and the leaves change color rather than try, at the very least, to do actions that would undoubtedly add value to their monotonous sedentary lifestyles. I also get caught up in the game often, I have to admit, because I like, after a hard day of hunting, lounging in my lair and not thinking of anything more than nothingness. But I have this quiet strength to want to change things, for myself, but also for those around me; just bite your tail harder than the last time, to avoid a stillness that could turn out to be incurable.
I stopped for a moment near a stream, it had been a long time since I had been drinking, since sunset, in fact. I look at my reflection in the water and see only the two yellow dots that are my eyes. How difficult it is sometimes to accept ourselves as we are. Learning to live with the physical and psychological differences we face on a daily basis is an ordeal that takes a long time to accomplish. However, until recently, I found that I resembled a little like all the other members of my species: physical traits which do not really stand out from the others, a personality without burst of extravagance and a conformist mentality. But this adversity, which life seems to take pleasure in sending us without warning, allows us to learn and discover who we really are, and ultimately, allow us to embrace and cherish the entity that we are.
"But he who is hated by the people like the wolf by dogs: it is the free spirit, the enemy of shackles, the one who does not worship and who haunts the forests." -F. Nietzsche
I don't consider myself an outcast from this pack; in return, some might find my ways and behavior unusual. On the other hand, I am a worthy representative of my species, because I am an individual who observes a lot and learns in a similar way. I am easily melted in the crowd, but detonates strangely alone. At first sight, I am believed to be imposing and aggressive, whereas when someone takes the time to get to know me, I am an animal with a gentle and caring character.
The sky seems to have cleared up a little bit, because I can see the small bright spots that I like to observe when I am alone or with the one who shares my den. Contemplating this infinity of stars always leads me to ask what there is further, in this vast expanse of absolute mysteries. How far are we able to define as inevitable the knowledge we have about our existence and everything around us? Our ancestors, and the scratches in caverns are there to prove it, have constantly tried to discover the completeness of our species. However, generation after generation, we have to admit that we will always be in some kind of a nought, because each being is different; its experiences and its environment are just as important: the world is in perpetual motion.
My quest for beauty ends here for today! I have not given up on the idea, fear not, I am a perseverant by nature. But the view that awaits me fully satisfies me: a panoramic and plunging view towards a vast expanse of trees and lakes. In the distance, mountain ranges as high as I can imagine, a sparkling sky and this huge white ball that has always fascinated me so much, who, with his full benevolence, is watching me quietly. I am lucky to be able to attend this kind of show when I want, because I know that there are some of my fellow lupines who do not care about these moments; they prefer to discuss the passing of time…
A howl suddenly enlivens the serene silence that has reigned since my arrival at the summit; he celebrates life like me. I think I will join the game!