Watching the animal kingdom, I am struck by the stark reality of their existence: every soul is a prey for another. One life consumes another, often alive, in a chilling cycle of survival. The horror of every second they live is palpable. For them, survival is an unending battle, with each day spent in a perpetual war zone. Strength—whether big, small, or tiny—does not shield them from the ruthless laws of nature.

I often observe our neighbor’s cat, perched on the top floor, embodying a constant state of alertness. Even in moments of peace, she is haunted by an inbuilt fear of harm, though no threat looms nearby. Her every movement reflects a life lived on edge, a poignant reminder of the unseen battles that define the lives of so many creatures.

This raw glimpse into the animal kingdom fills me with immense respect for animals. Their existence reminds me of the extraordinary resilience of the soul. They endure horrors that we, as humans, often struggle to fathom, yet they carry on—surviving, adapting, living. It’s a humbling reflection on how much a soul can endure, and how much strength it takes to simply exist in their world.

In watching them, I am reminded of the fragility and tenacity of life itself. The animal kingdom is not just a world of survival but also a profound testament to the resilience of living beings. It leaves me in awe and deep contemplation of the remarkable endurance etched into the fabric of every creature’s existence.