Are You Dog or Cat?
Posted by Arsene Hodali in Self Creation/Identity
Are you Dog?
Listening obediently to some tall figure that feeds you? Trusting? For the tall figure knows all. Unquestioning of the words it speaks? For it’s always right, never wrong. Loyal? Coming to it’s side the moment it calls, sitting when it tells you to sit, and occasionally receiving the one or two orgasmic belly rubs? Are you happily satisfied with what you have? Is your future taken care of? For you handed it to the tall figure, knowing that you’d never experience hardship ever again as long as you didn’t disobey it. Are you man’s best friend? Forever walking the path he walks alongside him, never straying?
Or…
Are you Cat?
Curious about everything; Content with nothing? Distrusting of what is said, always. Asking odd questions. Saying odd things. Forever wanting more – to see more, to know more, to feel more, to be more – when most think that what you have at hand is enough. Do you love too much? Marry too often? Speak without being spoken to? Fall countless times? Contradict yourself over and over and over… and over? Curious enough to leap? (Death or life, who knows what’s at the other end of that leap, but it’ll be fun right?) Curious enough to change? And prepared to pay the price – death (of the old self)? Over and over again? Each time with no less pain.
I can’t tell you which to be. The dog will experience aspects of life the cat will never do, and vice versa. But I will persuade you to be the cat. For only the cats have tales worth telling. A cat minority of one is all that can be counted on to tell the truth. The real truth; one unobstructed by someone else’s views. Dogs will never die as many times as cats do. Some see this as a good thing, some don’t. I’m one of those who doesn’t. For cats realize that dying is what the living do, that dying is what the loving do, and that dogs are those who do not know that dying is what, to live, each has to do.
I am cat. I’ll forever be unsatisfied, I’ll forever be searching for… something. Forever uneasy, forever uncomfortable, and forever unstable. That’s the hell (and heaven), I’ve chosen to live.
What are you? Dog? Or Cat?
