Words behind the image

in Freewriters4 days ago

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On a quiet city walkway, I stop before a painted wall
A mural of a fox and a chicken. But as I stare, the animals fade in my mind, replaced by two people, a man and a woman.
The fox becomes him: confident, sharp, ambitious.
The chicken becomes her: gentle, wary, kind. Suddenly,
this simple street art feels like a story I’ve seen countless times

The man, in my mind, is the kind who is in speed, eyes always ahead and focus
All dressed neatly, success in his stride, yet his gaze hides something, a longing that ambition can’t satisfy. He’s the hunter, not of prey, but of validation.
He wants to be admired, respected, loved, still on his terms. The fox’s eyes on the wall are of his eyes so sharp and searching, yet tired from the chase.

The woman, she stands a few steps back being soft-spoken, someone who listens more than she speaks.
She has known hurt, the kind that makes one careful.
Her heart has built a quiet and tenacious wall, not of pride, but self-protection.
The chicken’s cautious glance on the mural mirrors her perfectly, aware of danger, yet curious about what might happen if she dares to trust again. What will happen I open up? So curious.

Standing there, so lost in thought but I feel something stir.
The mural isn’t just paint, it’s reflection.
How often do we live like this pair? One person chasing too fast, the other afraid to be caught.
One yearning to prove, the other to be understood.
Life, like this wall, holds both hunger and hesitation.

As cars move behind me and people hastening to their direction, I think about how many “foxes” and “hens” walk among us in offices, relationships, families.
Some too eager to take, some too afraid to give.
And I feel a quiet sadness, but also hope. Because between the two, there’s a lesson: BALANCE.

Perhaps love, or life itself, isn’t about who wins the chase, but about learning to meet in the middle.
That’s what I see in this wall.
And that is what I feel
a reminder to us, that beneath every hunt, there’s a heart simply longing to be seen and accepted