The wolf is lone because he doesn't have a choice. And its probably the choices that he didn't have made him a wolf in the first place, he probably didn't choose to have those choices. Being hunted down isn't a luxury, its a survival mode. Some, supposedly the smarter ones, join a pack, or as the evolved ones call it, a team, driven by a common goal, a common trail. They survive alright, but where's the fun?
The lone one is not necessarily a loser(another evolved term), he just doesn't fit in, nor is he a wolf all time. The key is to understand why he doesn't fit in. May be because he is not supposed to. May be he is supposed to stand out or may be his mediocrity has reservations in oblivion. He doesn't know it until he does. The key is not to give a shit about the pack, they never did. They would sure have an inductive circle around, tempting at times, showing him the light and the glory. Choices he has, ahh... who are we kidding, none!!!! Why do you think you were not them in the first place!!
So, what does one do? He knows he doesn't belong there, he never has or could. The naive ones change the territories, looking for acceptance, salvation. What makes him lone doesn't always make him a wolf. Survival is a way tougher job being lone than being in a pack. What he does is find ways, if not, makes them. Some of them who can't, fall prey to the cruelty of the paradigms around. They often console themselves by turning away from the reality, expected of the weaker ones. The stronger ones tell themselves the same, but often are smart enough to realize otherwise.
He tells himself that he can, he expresses, and he does. If can't, he bleeds his paws to bones scratching the rock until he hits gold. They call him names, declare him an outcast and a misfit, but its the pack that bows down to him at the end of the day.
He knows he is a wolf and he does not need a pack. He may be too scarred or aggressive to have one. He chooses to be a predator over a survivor. He doesn't want to be a leader or bring about change. He often has absolutely nothing against the way things work around. He doesn't give a fifth of a rat's ass. However he inspires change, at times, attitude, among the ones who want better.
They like him, they hate his balls, but they all realize he has some. They all want to be him, though would chose to declare otherwise. And its the strength of their emotions that drives him. He might not know at times what he is, but he definitely knows what he is not and that is being one of them, he never could, he is a different breed. He comes, he roars, he dictates....
So, what does one do? He knows he doesn't belong there, he never has or could. The naive ones change the territories, looking for acceptance, salvation. What makes him lone doesn't always make him a wolf. Survival is a way tougher job being lone than being in a pack. What he does is find ways, if not, makes them. Some of them who can't, fall prey to the cruelty of the paradigms around. They often console themselves by turning away from the reality, expected of the weaker ones. The stronger ones tell themselves the same, but often are smart enough to realize otherwise.
He tells himself that he can, he expresses, and he does. If can't, he bleeds his paws to bones scratching the rock until he hits gold. They call him names, declare him an outcast and a misfit, but its the pack that bows down to him at the end of the day.
He knows he is a wolf and he does not need a pack. He may be too scarred or aggressive to have one. He chooses to be a predator over a survivor. He doesn't want to be a leader or bring about change. He often has absolutely nothing against the way things work around. He doesn't give a fifth of a rat's ass. However he inspires change, at times, attitude, among the ones who want better.
They like him, they hate his balls, but they all realize he has some. They all want to be him, though would chose to declare otherwise. And its the strength of their emotions that drives him. He might not know at times what he is, but he definitely knows what he is not and that is being one of them, he never could, he is a different breed. He comes, he roars, he dictates....
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