Feed Me To The Lions

My alarm went off this morning but I was already wide awake. Fear is putting a strangle hold on me and I am seriously reconsidering my choice to quit. How do I expect to support myself and what the heck am I thinking? Even though they want to, there is a reason people don't do this: It's not smart.

When these moments and thoughts seize me I try to focus on the story of the Lions and the Gazelles.

When hunting gazelles, lions typically split into two groups; older and younger. The lions that are long in the tooth, so to speak, are not very fast, their strength is not what it used to be and the only things they have going for them are their size and their roar. They typically hide on one side of a prairie in the tall grass where they are well hidden, while across from them, and at considerable distance, the younger lions make their presence known. Their speed is great and so is their strength. They aren’t as big as the older lions but they are more fierce and deadly.

These younger lions methodically track the gazelles and funnel them so they are trapped in between, but the gazelles are perfectly unaware of the presence of the older group, and as the younger lions stalk the gazelles, they spook them causing them to turn and escape towards the tall grass. At the right moment, the older lions shoot up from within the grass, rear back on their hind legs, roar their mightiest roar, and instill fear in the gazelles, who in turn spin around and run right in to the jaws of the younger lions who slaughter them with great ease.

Had the gazelles kept charging towards the older lions – towards the fear - they would have easily outrun them and escaped.