Buddha told a parable in a sutra:

[rug]

A man travelling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming at a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself down over the edge. The tiger sniffed after him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained him.

Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw on the vine. The man saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other. How sweet it tasted!

[flying rabbit]

1. That parable speaks volumes to me at this juncture in my life.

Thanks.

[scarletwoman]

2. I just have to say, that's an amazingly wonderful photo in your post.

Impermanence and serenity...

[yuiyoshida]

3. love the photo...

Its beyond words to me...

[mmonk]

4. Excellent.

A friend of mine from Thailand who had gone through Buddhist training as a monk used the tiger imagery quite a lot in many of our conversations. The photo is great.