A walk in the jungle

Walk through the jungle, and realize how calm and silent the day can be. Creatures of every kind roam, big and small, venomous and dangerous—each defined by their nature. Yet peace still exists. Recently—in times of growth, our interests may differ. But do interests really matter? Groups can be fun, yet the smallest things may pull you away. An impala ram, you are cast out for being a misfit. If you stay alone, you may feel vain or lonely— though not a weakness. Some escape into games, movies—accrual of interest. Yet an innocent soul, this is but a general mystery. Amid all the haste and noise, you find comfort in solitude, Sailing the seas of imaginations, where sirens and stars guide the way. Explore your interests. Your silence and honesty are not invitations to be exploited. Buffaloes move in herds, lions in prides, yet lonely sloths and solitary bears still thrive. Stay true to yourself as long as you don’t lose your way. Your skin fits best, why—wear a borrowed cloak? A lion will always find prey, no matter the economy of the jungle, it never eats grass. Be yourself. Truly, birds of the same feather flock together. We are what we can’t let go of and what can’t let go of us. Why do zebras and ostriches graze together, yet lions and leopards rarely hunt side by side? Respect others' kingdoms. Gazelles fear their predators, yet they still go out to feed. Don’t be afraid to live. For coming-of-age, life is tough, but its fuel is how you choose to live it.