Chasing Tigers
When I was a little girl, I chased tigers. I was fascinated by them even at the age of three. Tigers were exotic, beautiful, elusive, buttery, and dangerous. Especially dangerous. The ones I chased were imaginary of course. But that didn't make them any less exciting. Today those tigers are symbolic of the dreams I have for my life. And these dreams are every bit as dangerous. It takes courage to dream and actually believe you can make those dreams into reality. What if I fail? How will I be able to handle that failure? Isn't is better to just play it safe and settle for a mediocre life instead? Hmmm. Perhaps it is riskier to do nothing, to not try, because then I will spend my life sleep-walking and feeling nothing. Infinitely more painful isn't it? I want to be a tiger. Fearless. Powerful. Playful. Dangerous. I want to set my world on fire. I wrote the following poem a ...