Wolf

Apparently, I'm a wolf. Ya'll think it fits?

The rugged wolf is athletic, good-looking and brims with self-confidence. A close relative of the domestic dog, it is stronger and more aggressive, managing to generate notoriety wherever it marks its territory. The wolf's dark reputation is mainly due to jealousy of its consistent success in work and romance. A wolf in full stride is quite impressive. Firing orders at subordinates while on the phone to customers -- no one can get the job done quite as efficiently as the wolf.

With an innate understanding of the value of teamwork, it's always ready to take its place in the chain of command -- either as leader or as simply a member of the pack. When a wolf decides to innovate, it makes sure that it has the backing of a capable team. In many ways, President Bush is an example of a wolf who owes much of his success to his team of lawyers, advisors, and supporters. This wolf is clear-headed and strong-minded -- always willing to compromise in the interests of getting a job done.

The wolf insists on fidelity from its mate, but even after its partner has sworn its devotion, the wolf must battle its canine hormones that drive it to distraction. On the positive side of the ledger, the wolf makes a gallant effort to remain faithful; satisfying its haunting need for romance through its strong platonic friendships. (At least that's what we're told) Deep down though, the wolf is still a puppy dog and its controlled exterior often masks a sentimental emotional core.

Wolves are facially expressive and readily communicate their emotional states with body language. They work hard at developing their social relationships, although, unlike their cousin the dog, they are quick to anger when they sense threats to the social order. When confrontations occurs, they sometimes react suddenly and violently, barking displeasure at offending subordinates. Close companions know to avoid their biting tongue until they resume their normal gregarious behavior.

Friendly and generous with those they consider to be peers, they have a tendency to show scant regard to those beneath them on the food chain. Sheep, deer, cottontails, prairie dogs and other small mammals are thus advised to show them appropriate respect, or risk being overwhelmed by their aggressive natures.

The wolf pulls no punches when communicating with its peers, for there is nothing that a wolf detests more than a yes-man. The truth must be told and damn the consequences. Those unable to handle its steely straightforward style are quickly relegated to the rear of the pack, while those who demonstrate courage are allowed to run alongside. Lions, eagles, wild dogs, tigers and bears are among the wolf's first choices as teammates in the race of life.

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Measuring our days...

We run out of it; there never seems to be enough. It goes too fast, too quick. We gage our lives by how we spend it, and by what we do with it. Sometimes it drags on and sometimes it feels as if it doesn't even exist. We punch the clock, we complain and compare, we long for more. It sits as the ultimate measuring stick--moment by moment we watch it pass, sometimes in the blink of an eye, and sometimes at a snails pace.
But the great thing about it is this: We all have the same amount, we all are granted no more or no less than the next person. its this concept of time. The idea that there aren't enough hours in the day. We get too much sleep... or more often too little. All the while watching the minutes pass and more often than not, hitting the snooze button, hoping the minutes last a little longer.
We take long walks and we share moments of excitement. We stand in each others arms hoping that the moment won't pass, that time will stand still. These are the moments where we wonder where the time went. Why couldn't it slow down, why does it feel so... so... short.
The second hand ticks away, minutes turn to hours, hours to weeks... before we know it, we are in another time and another place wondering where it all went. Yet in the same instant we dream of visions of the future, how we can't wait to get there, to experience the joy we long for and dream of.
Its funny, this concept of time. We are guided by the watch on our wrist, the clock by our desk, and how long it may take to get to point B. We rush through this life longing for connection, but almost afraid to enjoy it... afraid to take it all in. And if we do... we're almost always criticized for enjoying the moment -- that is without rushing to experience the next.

The most interesting thing about this is: I look in the mirror as a write this.