love and weakness
I can't explain why the lion inside me wants to just give up, to lay down and die in a grassy meadow. I suppose its tired of having to face this brave new world every day, of having to put on a courageous smile and ignore the pain of doubt. This lion feels like a stranger, not really knowing anyone, even perhaps itself. It tries to put aside the pains of today in hopes that tomorrow will be better. But is the hope worthless? If there is no future, the lion's denial of his present pain means nothing. It means that he was perhaps not as brave as he once thought he was ... brave enough to overcome today's feelings in hopes of a richer life in the future ... but perhaps his courage really called for something more-- an ability to face today's pains with a gnashing of his teeth and a sharp growl, the courage to not worry about how doing so could fuck up a tomorrow he might not have anyway.