Wolf

Hmmm.. I like the way this was said to me quite some time ago. Tweaked it a little.

Imagine a pack of wolves. They're running along the floor of the valley. There are a few wolves who run in the same direction, but along the cliffs of the rock wall on top of the rest of the pack. The massiveness and sheer sharpness of the rock wall seems impossible to ascend. Few think that there is something up there, or that there is something on the other side of the rock wall. It is extremely hot in the day on the top of the rock wall cliff, as there is little shade, and frost bites are not uncommon at night for the same reason. There is no fixed path, and more often than not, the lone wolf have to create his own path and jump across chasms of peril. One wrong step, one wrong jump, and he would perish. Sometimes, wolves who try to scale the impossible wall envy those on top, but they fail to see the comfort of the pack. The comfort of company, of being able to follow the pack, of sharing the catch of the pack, getting the occasional prime parts of the hunt. The lone wolf feeds on whatever game he can find, which is scarce and often not fulfilling. He howls alone and stares down at the pack, sometimes wishing he could join them. But never. It could be that the view up there has changed him. Maybe it's the comfort of being alone that keeps him there. But he knows that he is not meant to be in the pack. He has changed when he climbed the rock wall, and seen what others could not. He could not be like the rest again.

But I do not run alone. I run the cliff of the wall with my friends.