I want to live with a tiger.
I was going to say "have a tiger", but you don't "have" tigers.
Tigers have to be free and they have to choose you to live with.
Tigers are strong and they can look after you but they have to care for you.
I want to live with a tiger.
I want to open the door and get received by a huge tiger hugging me.
I want to sleep with a snoring tiger by my side.
I want to read with a tiger trying to catch my attention.
I want to find my house door torn open because the tiger stopped someone from getting in.
I want to fall asleep on top of the soft fur of the tiger.
I keep wanting to write "my tiger" and I remember I can't own one.
I can invite the tiger.
I can offer food. I can offer shelter. I can offer endless love, but if I call him "mine" he'll flee away because you don't own tigers.
According to the Renaissance world picture, life was like a wheel of fortune, where you are sometimes up and sometimes down. You just have to remember that when you are up you will eventually come down (to take measures accordinlgy, not to be pessimistic) and when you are down you will not stay there forever, you WILL get on top. In this site entries of the sort will be posted.
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