I stood there…in the middle of a ring…the ring of fire! Which fire? The fire of my Ego!
It was encircling me, dancing with utmost elegance, celebrating my loneliness. Its flames were the bars of this prison, blinding me to the beauty of the world around, but ….teasing me with a glimpse every now and then.
In this cage, I was not alone…with me, was the beast….the huntress, the royal predator, the most skillful of its kind. Its moves were brisk yet silent, its stature was of the undefeatable mountain and its eyes…..its eyes were cold, a door which opened into a freezing and cruel realm, just a look sent jitters down my spine. I was there with the despised beast, the beast of my pride!
I lived there for ages, but that day was different. That day, I saw the beast moving, walking towards me with an ambition to hunt me down, to kill me!
I was terrified, it was suffocating…I….I wanted to run away…I screamed for help.
And then…Someone called out my name…I looked around…It was a friend from the world outside. She was asking me to join her there, experience the bliss of freedom.
I stepped out…Yes… I did….only to find out that… The world in the eyes of the beast was just a reflection of the world across the wall of fire.
I still wonder…what is more frightening; the beast within, or the cold and cruel world around?