Hungry as a Man-Eater

"Some hunger feeds on dreams."

We are a generation of hunters, raised on dreams, stalled by reality.
Hungry not for survival, but for meaning and for more. We sit in jobs that don’t deserve our fire, grit our teeth through days that pay the bills but not the soul. 

Like the tiger, we wait, muscles coiled, eyes locked, heart pacing.
Sometimes the prey escapes. Sometimes, it never shows up.
Still, we wait.

Because the hunger doesn’t leave. Because something in us was made to strike, not settle. This isn’t just ambition.
It’s instinct.