There are sheep and there are lions… you can’t compare those two. You can’t mix them, and you definitely can’t force them to live together. The first ones love to be in a flock, living, eating and surviving together is vital, while a lioness can definitely survive by herself without any problem. Of course, family is important for her too, but not vital. Her cubs are very important, yes. Others? Not really. Sometimes hunting together as a family might be easier, but sometimes is just better to be alone.
A lioness can guide herself, she can go through the darkness and dangers of the jungle with her eyes closed, just using her sharp instincts. Her nose. She is a survivor and she will never back off from a fight, even if that could mean the end of an era, of a generation.
She is fearless. Not afraid to be alone. She will not run away, scared that she might die in a fight with all the wolfs and hyenas who are trying and will always try to put her down. A sheep will run. And will cry for help. Desperately. The lioness will roar, and not of fear, but of anger and as a warning she is sending to her enemy TO NOT cross the line of her patience, of her indulgence and understanding. Her heart is the kindest and bravest, but also the cruelest, if the situation is requesting it.
Humans are not far away from the reality described above. The similarity is quite shocking actually and I am daily surprised of how some of us repeat the same mistake over and over again, expecting (funny!) to get another result. I’ve done mistakes in my life too. Many. But comparing to others, I’ve learned from those mistakes and looking back at my past, I can definitely say that those who confused me with a sheep for the simple reason that I let them walk around me, eat their daily grass and think they could tame me, had definitely a big surprise hearing my wild roar.
I can’t be tamed, and I definitely don’t eat grass.
My mistakes and apparently bad decisions that I’ve made in the past brought me where I am today. I would have never learned to be happy, if I hadn’t done them. I would have never been the woman I am today, if I had been acting like a sheep my entire life. When life puts you on the edge, you have to jump. You have to be strong enough to take the risk and make that jump, if requested, even if it’s scary, even if you might not survive, you have to do it. You have to have FAITH.
LOVE. TRUST. FAITH. These words are like a basic instinct for a lioness. They define her. In those words, she finds her strength to move on, to fight her battles, to SURVIVE. Even if that means sometimes to be lonely. She is not afraid.
A sheep doesn’t know what those three words are. She follows the flock. That’s her natural instinct. To follow. That’s the only thing she knows to do. And sometimes, without a good dog or a shepherd, sheep are definitely getting lost. 100%. They will not know the way back HOME. They will have no idea that they just got on the edge of the ravine and they are going down. They just go down, while eating grass. They will maybe die happy in their simplicity and their wrong idea of thinking that life means just a patch of earth covered with green grass. But it’s just an illusion.
And that’s the way it is. No more. No less. That’s the only reason why some of us have greatness in us and some don’t. That’s the only reason some will be forever scared to be lonely and some will be perfectly happy on their own too.
That’s how I just… know!