wolves sometimes howl simply for the joy of howling. head up, eyes closed, full throated into the air. because sometimes, the need is too great to ignore. the joy of the song too bright and overwhelming.this may be my next great endeavor. to learn to howl for the joy of it. to live for the joy of it. to be myself for the joy of it.
only, right now, i don't know who i am.
maybe that's why i can't howl yet. the howl is the affirmation of the wolf's "wolfness." how can i howl my self if i don't know fully who that self is?
maybe i'm just so accustomed to locking my howls inside. being what everyone else wants me to be. the daughter, the wife, the employee, the teacher, the mentor, the periphery.
perhaps i have to howl myself into existence.
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