The Tiger

When faced with a tiger, you suddenly become the centre of the universe because you are in that moment confronted by your gravest fear. When the tiger attacks you, you are subjected to suffering which is all consuming and disabling and capable of only feeling your pain, nobody else’s.

The irony, nobody else sees the tiger attack you.

That tiger is called anxiety. Some of us face him everyday.



Sometimes, deep in the night it rains and it rinses my soul everytime it does. It drowns out the noise of the world, and everything else seems less significant compared to this miracle. I can smell both the sky and the earth, as if it brought them together for a while.