Howls of A Lone Wolf

I haven't logged in a while; I've been pretty busy in my preparation for the final exams. Now that the dust has 'settled' down quite a bit here at McGill, the general atmosphere shows why it belongs in the top-tier world-class universities. Most of the time when I'm not running on the track, I'd be readings at the library, often the cafeteria.

During the periods of sitting alone at a peaceful place, I reflected quite a bit. A recent drama involving an friend from high school made me come to realize the egocentric side of me - dangerous and deadly. It made me think: if the cycle of life in Hinduism holds any validity, in my past life, I'd be a wolf - the lone wolf who wonders the wilderness at midnight, vicious and hungry, senseless, sometimes very cold-blooded.

Less and less I feel controlled by emotions. Sociable I am, or can be, as all wolves are, yet none of the experience can deliver the same thrill as that of the lone wolf, as he takes off from his pack and penetrates the deeper wilderness on his own, accompanied by the full-moon and the thin shadow cast beneath his paws.The need to belong? He is a class of his own, with his individuality, he cares for no one, needs no one. He tilts his head, howls the moon, expressing his independence that is never to be taken.

I, share with "him" some qualities of a lone wolf,
I am the way I am, and that's the way I'm going to be ;)