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10 years ago
Waiting…
Just waiting…
Seconds have long turned to hours, yet there he lays.
Waiting…
Just waiting…
Dozens of squirrels, rabbits, mice, and other manner of wild life have passed well within sniffing distance, one nearly stepping on his tail, yet few have considered him, or even me, more than just a stone in the woods. And, by the heavens, does he look like a stone. Not a breath, not a twitch, no signs of life at all. But I sense something more, something far more…terrifying.
Unwavering and mighty as the very earth, this being of muscle and blood looks anything but peaceful. I’ve seen the light of a deeper passion than this world has ever known, and laying this close to him, I can feel it. It’s as if a mighty fire is burning besides me, radiating nothing, consuming nothing, watching...everything. I may play with danger, even a fire from time to time. This focus; this energy, I would never stand between, lest it cost me more than my very life.
Yet here I lay, waiting…just waiting… For I know that this is what I came here to see and to learn. For too many winters I waited, very nearly like today. But I was waiting only death those days. Cold, alone, starving, wishing for my misery to end that I may finally be free from this world. Then I was that light; that passion for life and freedom. From that day forward, I saw no other option but to fight on.
It’s that same passion which has brought us to this day of waiting…
just waiting…
Then I see it: our prize. The pang of my empty stomach, the sting of my frozen paws, even the memories of all my pain are suddenly consumed by this fire. I'm alive, and today we're going to take our right to life. No. Today is not about the hunt or the food, it's about my liberation. Today, the prize is mine.
My breathing slows . . . nearly stopping as those felted antlers creep…one…step…at a time…out of the brush in front of us…
The wait is over. Or did it even begin? The fire has now spread to me, and in a flash I realize, the only thing I’ve been waiting for was to truly live: to find that passion, that fire for life itself. And right now, that life is stooping to graze mere meters past my nose. Today, I will take down my first moose. I will taste the freedom of this world. I will taste life. Today, I will live. And nothing can stop me.
Just waiting…
Seconds have long turned to hours, yet there he lays.
Waiting…
Just waiting…
Dozens of squirrels, rabbits, mice, and other manner of wild life have passed well within sniffing distance, one nearly stepping on his tail, yet few have considered him, or even me, more than just a stone in the woods. And, by the heavens, does he look like a stone. Not a breath, not a twitch, no signs of life at all. But I sense something more, something far more…terrifying.
Unwavering and mighty as the very earth, this being of muscle and blood looks anything but peaceful. I’ve seen the light of a deeper passion than this world has ever known, and laying this close to him, I can feel it. It’s as if a mighty fire is burning besides me, radiating nothing, consuming nothing, watching...everything. I may play with danger, even a fire from time to time. This focus; this energy, I would never stand between, lest it cost me more than my very life.
Yet here I lay, waiting…just waiting… For I know that this is what I came here to see and to learn. For too many winters I waited, very nearly like today. But I was waiting only death those days. Cold, alone, starving, wishing for my misery to end that I may finally be free from this world. Then I was that light; that passion for life and freedom. From that day forward, I saw no other option but to fight on.
It’s that same passion which has brought us to this day of waiting…
just waiting…
Then I see it: our prize. The pang of my empty stomach, the sting of my frozen paws, even the memories of all my pain are suddenly consumed by this fire. I'm alive, and today we're going to take our right to life. No. Today is not about the hunt or the food, it's about my liberation. Today, the prize is mine.
My breathing slows . . . nearly stopping as those felted antlers creep…one…step…at a time…out of the brush in front of us…
The wait is over. Or did it even begin? The fire has now spread to me, and in a flash I realize, the only thing I’ve been waiting for was to truly live: to find that passion, that fire for life itself. And right now, that life is stooping to graze mere meters past my nose. Today, I will take down my first moose. I will taste the freedom of this world. I will taste life. Today, I will live. And nothing can stop me.
Bodker
~bodker
you sound like me in my previous life.
