There Are Many Breeds Of Men

Writing a book is an amazing reward, and I personally found it quite therapeutic, but at first, it was blooming difficult to start writing. Getting started was hard, but I thought of it like a striptease - as in, the first sentence ought to make you feel compelled to read the next and so on, so much so that when you finish the first page, you ought to feel like nothing short of a house on fire will stop you from turning to the second page and so on.

However, once I managed to start, I found it difficult to stop. I was carried away, and I kept amending and could not let go or leave the words alone. Like a roller coaster, life has many ups and downs; however, with true pain and inner strength through travelling the journey, you must remain determined to move towards the light on this roller coaster of life that never stops.

So I take you through my journey of that roller-coaster life, moving from the dark with the Sloth, to the retreat with my Rock Bunny, through my soul with the Tiger, to a date and a night with a band and a bunch of flowers, even though I may be referred to as old, fat, and ugly. Then you will see my move across fear with the Hyena, my visit with the Parasite, and finally, at last, my transition towards the light with my Meerkat. Once there at the end of my journey, I reflect upon myself and my own presence and being, and then I move on to question myself. What am I? Am I the Chameleon, the Black Panther, or just your regular everyday Swan, who's a little larger than most birds?