I'm but a child before a lion. I stand on the brink of a cliff, ready to fall at any moment. The lion's gaze wanders around, until it finally stays. Those eyes glare at me, I realize. Helpless and defenseless before the beast, I turn to the abyss, considering my choices. Which one should tear me apart? The vertigo sends a chill down my spine, in a mixed sensation of fear and pleasure. I turn back at the lion. It shows me its teeth, though not moving its large paws. I could never beat nor tame a lion, I consider in my mind, but I could try. I turn back again, trying to calculate how long it'd take before I finally hit the rocks below. Not much of a choice, I think with myself. It's not much freedom when the only thing you can choose is the kind of suffering you're going to go through. I don't have enough time to decide. As I can turn back again to the lion before me, it roars and assaults me, throwing us both down the cliff. Life made the choice for me.