We aren't much far away from achieving our goals in life. The struggle which goes with this world is just one - fourth of the total, the rest three - fourth is what goes within ourselves.
In a jungle almost no animal feared an alone lion's cub. It was said to have had fallen from the moon, as the offspring of Zeus and Selene. But you see, no one cares no matter whose child you are, 'cause you are, what you appear to them, and similarly, no matter, if it was the child of Zeus(King of Gods), it was what it appeared to them, just an abandoned wimpy lion.
It was a prey for some; a future carcass for the other. Often they took away it's hunt. By their cleverness or strength, they frightened it, overpowered it, and drank away the water which it rightfully owned.
Unknown to the fact that what was it turning into. It didn't knew who was the king of the Jungle or the ruler of the sky or the supreme in the waters. It didn't knew who was the strongest, the most poisonous or the fastest on land. It often questioned to itself. Curiosity was what compelled it to keep going, with neither a teacher nor a guardian, to walk by it's side.
But one day it was taken aback by the power of some things which were always there around it. It pondered upon their unfathomable reason to exist as they resembled eternity.
From a cliff it observed :
How something called water, was sliced through again and again by the fishes and crocodiles, yet it remained impervious. How the hyenas and the leopards tried to lessen it each day, as they submerged their mouth and took it away from itself bit by bit, yet it remained brimmed up. How every morning, water turned into a gold mine and a pile of silver bricks by the night.
How something called earth, balanced itself, no matter how much the ones above it, tried to push it below. How the moles perforated it, scooped it out from itself, made it hollow from within, as it was lessened from one side it became more on the other, when weakened from one side it became strong on the other.
How something called the tree, lived with serpents swirled around it's limbs it was like cuddling death in one's lap. How some of them took it away from itself, feeding upon it, yet unhindered, it grew, it blossomed, it beared fruits and how unshakable it was as the bears rubbed their backs against it.
How something called fire, that when it left the brimstone dimension, it surfed on the ground, kissing it, darkening it and how unimpeded it became at times that almost nothing could withstand it's fury. Melting down every emotion, every memory, and throwing them into the arms of history, to be looked after. How strange it was that the more it was taken away from itself, the more it grew.
How something called air, had got so much of others inside, yet it smelled like none. How it always aimed for the highest no matter how deep was it captivated. How it carried vibes of so many yet it confessed it to none. How it environed everyone in such a manner that none could even think of taking it away from itself.
Each were unflagging, unflappable, unflinching.
It learnt from them and kept on discovering aspects and realms, until a day came when it owned everything and there was hardly anyone to question it, the day when it turned into the invulnerable, the Nemean Lion.