Redominatelife

How I Compare Myself to the Lion

When I think of the lion, I see more than just a powerful animal; I see a reflection of myself. The lion, often called the “King of the Jungle,” moves with a sense of purpose, strength, and independence. In many ways, I embody that same spirit in my own life.

1. Strength Through Struggle

A lion’s strength is not just in its muscles but in its survival instincts. It fights for its place in the wild, overcoming challenges daily. Similarly, I’ve faced personal losses, setbacks, and moments that forced me to grow up faster than I expected. Losing both my parents and stepping into a life of self-reliance mirrors the resilience of a lion forging ahead, no matter the obstacles.

2. A Lone Hunter, Yet Loyal to the Pride

Lions are social animals, yet they also have moments where they hunt alone. I see myself in that balance. I value solitude, whether it’s writing in my creative space or taking time to rest and reset. At the same time, I cherish the bonds with those closest to me—my uncle Reuben, my friends, and the people who bring meaning to my journey.

3. Confidence Without Seeking Approval

A lion doesn’t need to prove itself to anyone. It walks with a quiet confidence, knowing its worth. I strive to carry that same energy. I don’t need validation for my choices, whether it’s how I structure my days, what I write about, or the things I enjoy—like playing NBA 2K, cooking fufu, or reminiscing about the toffees my grandma used to give me.

4. Rest is a Weapon

Lions rest often, but when they act, they act with precision. That’s something I’ve come to understand deeply. Resting well is a skill I prioritize, just like a lion preparing for the next big move. Whether it’s after a game of basketball or a productive writing session, I make sure to recharge so I can return stronger.

5. A Roar That Commands Attention

A lion’s roar is unmistakable—it asserts presence. While I may not roar in the literal sense, I make my mark through my words. My writing is my way of being heard, of leaving something behind that echoes beyond the moment. Even after breaking my longest writing streak, I continue, because consistency builds legacy, just as a lion’s dominance is built over time.

Finally

Like the lion, I move at my own pace, trusting my instincts. I fight my battles, value my tribe, and embrace both solitude and companionship when needed. I don’t chase approval, and I understand that rest is as vital as action. In the end, my roar—whether through my writing, my actions, or my presence—is mine alone to define.

That’s why, when I look at the lion, I see myself.

Until next time…