Be a wolf and others will fear you. The wolf is dangerous, so they say. They pretend the wolf demands a wide berth and that in his solitude he is a hazard.
Bullshit.
The wolf is feared because it refuses to be domesticated. He refuses to lay comfortably by the fires others have built and and refuses to be fed from someone else’s bowl. The wolf refuses to howl upon command and sits for no man upon instruction. What he does, he does from his own heart. What he feels, he feels from his own soul.
His freedom is what scares you.
You, and you know who you are, will fade into shadow of your own fear and blame the wolf because he has teeth on which to survive. You will cater to the voices of fear that arise from the pits of your mind and fail to find the freedom calling from the pits of your chest. How many times have you shrunk from the challenge of walking in the snow? How often have you slept rather than run up the mountain to howl at the moon? Do not dare tell the wolf he is to blame for your fear. He has only exposed what shit you have carried in your skull since you were a child and your incessant need to be comfortable.
His resilience is what scares you.
You, and you know who you are, shudder at the thought of his growl. Yet you see not the strength of his commitment and the desire of his heart. You are blind to the moments when he was left bloodied and beaten and you are deaf to the growl that awakened him. You lie and you swindle then through stones at the truth. How have you forgotten who you are! Do not hate the beast who breathes his truth in ever breath and knows his rhythm in every heartbeat.
Heaven has called you, and you have failed to answer.
His truth is what scares you.
So when you say you fear the wolf, understand what you mean is that you fear your failure to be one. You fear not his reality, you fear your inability to engage in it.
Interesting view point!