Escape from nowhere land

As soon as the lion gets trapped by the hands of the hunters, he becomes a prey, a nonsense of muscle and bone, a living creature in desperate search for nothing but meaning in the future to come.

For the lion, the captivity is the cage, the zoo, the circus.

For men, captivity can be their own minds. Or the city. Or themselves.

For the future to come, I say: raise and scream, fight the arms of the hunters, be more than just muscle and bone. Be yourself, hang from the edgeof the cliff and back, ride the wildest horse.

Live.

Time is not on our side, realize that.