The life of the tiger.
The bengal tiger steps cautiously into the river, eyes alert, on the prowl. The sun hanging low in the afternoon sky casts an orange glow over the tiger's lean body. Stripes shifting with each step of its powerful legs, the tiger's focused yellow eyes look for prey on the far side of the river.
Does the tiger know boredom? Does the tiger ever grow weary of feeding on deer? The life of the tiger contains no ambiguity, no uncertainty. The force of instinct driving it forward never wanes. Each day spent satisfying its simple needs. Feast, procreate, rest. Genetic imprints refined over millions of years.
Life is not so simple for homo sapiens. We satisfy the same needs as the tiger, but we place our focus elsewhere. We focus on our work, or our hobbies. Things to pass the time. Marking days off on the calendar. Is it tomorrow yet? When will it come and will it be any different than today? I want the life of the tiger. Purpose intertwined with instinct.