What this year of the Tiger has made known in my flesh, in my bones, is that my hunger is a hunger for myself, and that the hunger itself is worth savouring.
I only get to be me in this life. My soul is the same soul as my other lives and my previous lives, but this is my one and only chance to be incarnated in this very form, in these set of circumstances, as me, and for me to belong to my ancestral lines as their fruit. The hungering of this fruit, the hungering of the family tree, the fulfillment of me and us.