A lion by nature is a magnificent animal that appears as a symbol of power, courage and nobility on family crests, coats of arms and national flags in many civilizations. However, this lion – the one I’m gonna tell a story is so different from the others in certain ways or another.
Nobody knows he was actually a lion. Everyone was capturing him as Tom the cat – funny, friendly, happy-go-lucky and cute. Irritation was unusual for him. However, because he was actually a lion-wearing-a-cat’s mask, if you look close enough, you can see that irritation was sometimes inescapable. He desired no help from anybody especially the lioness and even though if you still could muster any much courage to offer him some help, the irritation you received will only make you feel like a trapped rabbit – a feeling which is going to grate terribly on your pride.
There were times when I would look at him in a crowded ballroom, surrounded by many other species, I would have this queer feeling that he felt as lonely as the giant tortoise named Lonesome Gorge despite of all the friendliness, smiles and jokes he was offering to them. He is good at composing a mask. He is a good liar. He always spoke of affability and amiability, but his countenance expressed real anxiety. It is very hard not to offer any help to make him at ease but it did break myself into two to even try it. I can see that he refused to be taken care of. I can see that there’s a firewall to prevent someone from intruding his world. At that moment, he is not Tom anymore but Leo, the mountain lion – a creature with a heart full of pride which no one can never take it away. Thus, whatever he is selling to be a cat, I’m not buying because I’m not blind and oblivious to my surrounding but whether I am brave enough to face the lion and offer any help in the future, that is another set of story.
p/s: i miss watching APL with Darwish and listening to abah telling Darwish bedtime story about animals (oh, it comes with sound imitations too. haha~)