πΎπ "Little tiger, even if you don't die from hunger nor by the beatings that you suffered. You'll definitely die from despair." The wise owl said in the dead of the night, where everything was dark and mysterious. "You have no one and everyone has left you. There' no more meaning then to your life." The tiger closed his eyes, not wanting to hear the truth nor see the light that is beckoning him from afar. For decades, hearing those words has made him an inconsolable weakling with huge insecure stripes on his skin. Sure, he snarled, growled and killed his way to the jungle. But, always there's this fear and silent agony that he was not good enough and will never be good enough for those people he had the courage to love and cared for. "You belong to no one. And no one will want to love you." Silent tears escaped from the Tiger's closed lids. Almost willing himself to sleep in order to close himself from those words that hurt. Tiger's eyes was shut but his bushy brows were fowning in confusion because he was surprised that he was still able to feel pain amidst the beatings that he endured from the poachers. Thankfully, he may sleep and dream. And eventually, death may claim him. The Tiger silently prayed.Β Then, he layed with the most saddened expression on his face. Blood and mud marking his face and body. While his breathing was shallow and laboured as he breathe out his grandmother's name. "Grandma..." He called out on his dream. From his dream, his grandmother smiled at him. "Grandson, I know your life hasn't been exactly the way you would have chosen it to be. I need you to know that sometimes, who you are born from is not who you are born for. And every single of your life, I have thanked God you were born for me." πΎ π #tiger #wildlife #savana #rainforest #amazonrainforest #wanderingberries #berriesjournals #love #life #journey #becoming #awakening #family #courage #bravery #soulpoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/B22424LgOwJ/?igshid=jzbaqrncnvuz
