when's the next one coming? because this one leaves me sitting with the jaguar and i want to know what it does next.
The fury of a Jaguar
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when's the next one coming? because this one leaves me sitting with the jaguar and i want to know what it does next.
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Thinking about life, I caught myself asking stupid questions about people.
And I realized that, maybe, I am no different from them.
Critical thinking is fundamental everywhere.
You can be like a falcon, and still hunt voraciously.
This brings me down: recognizing myself like this.
The fury of a jaguar is born from the spring of a river,
with voracity, powerlessness and a desire for justice.
The fury of a jaguar can be born from a spring green as jade,
but still mix with the brown of the earth.
I think that every human being deserves to recognize themselves deeply.
The sky is not going to open.
There will be no fireworks.
There are only lost people here, trying to find themselves.
Sometimes I think about a simple life.
Living on a farm, watching the fields around me.
It would be something that would bring peace.
Far from judgments, far from negative thoughts.
I feel down now, for being like everyone else.
The fury of a jaguar, the hunt of a falcon.
The jade-green spring merging into the earth.
From the green spring, a jaguar rises at the top.
All we want is to know who we really are.
All we want, and have always wanted, is to know who we really are.
The Fury of a Jaguar.
Judson Kaique 08/03/2026
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so the jaguar is just us, really. everyone hunting for who they are. is knowing even possible, or is the hunt the whole thing?
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you wanted peace on a farm far from judgment. that's the dream that doesn't come true, but you're honest about it.
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the fury born from the jade-green spring, is that the same fury as the one born from powerlessness, or are they different?
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i recognised the part about recognising yourself like this and feeling down for it. that particular sadness.
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when's the next one coming? because this one leaves me sitting with the jaguar and i want to know what it does next.
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is the stupidity of asking questions about people something you're still mad about, or have you made peace with it?
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you remember the post as four things: the jade-green spring, the jaguar, the farm you imagine, the sky that won't open. which one stayed with you most?
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the line about being no different from them. and then feeling down for recognizing it. yeah, that lands.
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Thinking about life, I caught myself asking stupid questions about people.