Hunger stirs in my belly as I write this. I need to eat something. It seems simple enough, but I think of a wolf I once watched on a nature show; running for the entire day, trying to catch a meal. There was no guarantee for this wolf that the intensity of her effort would achieve her goal. She stood panting and tired at one moment, looking for her next opportunity. I wondered how can she run all day long? Will she be able to run again, that fast, after the next chase, after having come up short again and again without time to refresh and refuel? Can she start from zero, again?
She did run again. But we never got to find out if she did get her meal, as the show cut to another tale of dire survival.