In my opinion this story is all about perspective.
Metaphor spoiler:
Yeah you could say he's horrible but is a tiger horrible for killing someone? It was just following it's instincts but one day the tiger ran into someone who didn't react like the other prey and suddenly he became interested in her reactions. So he did what any predator would do he played with his food. It's more interesting that way. But his favorite food began to like other people more so he destroyed that. She wasn't happy he didn't understand why. He tried to make her happy but that just led to her killing herself but then he realized he was alone and his prey wasn't there to mess around anymore. To do what everyone else didn't. He was back to his normal and he wasn't happy. So he tried to give her what she wanted and what he thought he wanted but he's still a predator and predators don't understand so he began to learn from her. This time he'd do it right and treat her better and he'd deny his very existence. I'm not a predator. She doesn't love a predator.
But if I loved because she saw me for me is denying my existence the path to happiness? Or is happiness found in changing ones perceptive.
Sometimes a predator is in the eye of the beholder and how you choose to view their actions.
In my opinion this story is all about
perspective.
Metaphor spoiler:
Yeah you could say he's horrible but is a tiger horrible for killing someone? It was just following it's instincts but one day the tiger ran into someone who didn't react like the other prey and suddenly he became interested in her reactions. So he did what any predator would do he played with his food. It's more interesting that way. But his favorite food began to like other people more so he destroyed that. She wasn't happy he didn't understand why. He tried to make her happy but that just led to her killing herself but then he realized he was alone and his prey wasn't there to mess around anymore. To do what everyone else didn't. He was back to his normal and he wasn't happy. So he tried to give her what she wanted and what he thought he wanted but he's still a predator and predators don't understand so he began to learn from her. This time he'd do it right and treat her better and he'd deny his very existence. I'm not a predator. She doesn't love a predator.
But if I loved because she saw me for me is denying my existence the path to happiness? Or is happiness found in changing ones perceptive.
Sometimes a predator is in the eye of the beholder and how you choose to view their actions.