A small personality test here, translated…
If on your travels, you’d taken five animals, and they are: a monkey, a tiger, a horse, a sheep, and a pig.
It must be a hard journey, mustn’t it?
Actually, what you’re wondering is: who’s that psycho, to take along five animals on vacation?
But, there are even MORE erratic things than this in real life.
And so, you’d gone on the journey.
Then, you must, one by one, toss the animals away. Must. One, by one.
This, is the choices you will be making, in your life.
Don’t ask why, don’t think too much on it, turn it over and over again, don’t think in secrecy; it, is a stupid, and a weird story, huh?
In the process of making your decisions, you’d finally have the chance, to introspect. The blueprints of your own souls. The roads you’d taken, or the road you wanted to take, in this life.
You decided, to leave the monkey first.
That, was your anxiety-stricken heart, going up and down, without a moment of peace, your nervous heart.
Like a miniature human being, you’d left it, at the side of the road, and kept going on your own way.
The monkey is naturally intelligent, maybe, it could find a way to live, perhaps?
It’s just, that now, you have ONE less companion on your shoulder, a noisy, an irrational, but an interesting companion.
Then, you’d left the tiger.
As you’d never believed it to be fit, for a tiger, to travel alongside humans at all.
And you are not an animal tamer, nor are you Tarzan. You didn’t know how to get along with this seemingly noble, but naturally ferocious and fearsome creature.
But the tiger is naturally radiant, does everything on a grander scale, and wouldn’t allow to be played with.
And you’d never know how to get along well with this sort of creature. Next to him, you either feel like a rabbit, about to be fed to the beast, or you’d want to ride it, to control it, or if you couldn’t, you’d wanted to kill it, and skin it, and take what you can from it.
So, next to the tiger, there’s NO way you will be able to stand on the same level with it.
You’d left it, just like you’d left your will to argue, to fight.
Then, you’d walked, for a very long time, and couldn’t decide on what to throw out next.
The sheep followed you gently, lowered its head, to graze the grasses. The pig is constantly trying to satisfy its own hunger, its large belly is rubbing against the ground as it walked along. The horse walked at the front of the line, with a flair. And you are once again, troubled, by what you’ll lose next.
You then left the sheep.
Other than being a food source, you couldn’t think of another use for it. On its face, was the sign that said, “Sacrificial lamb”. As for the pig? You’d pondered to yourself, “Isn’t the purpose of pigs our food source too?”
You looked at that pig, that’s oinking out of excitement, because it’s found more food, then, you’d learned, the how precious it actually is, other than satisfying to the senses, along with the constant optimism, straightforward, without any extras. It knows its place in life.
You left the pig, heart achingly, rode the horse onward to your journey.
The horse symbolized your sense of the self. The freedom you’d longed for your whole life, your self-fulfillment, and your finishing up your life.
You must ride that horse, to chase the beatings of the drums that sounded from the depth of your own soul.
You’d left all the rest of the animals, and gotten on that horse, to catch up to the life .
You didn’t know, that the monkey was a symbol for your brothers, your friends, your colleagues from work, a symbol for compassion.
You couldn’t understand, how the tiger was an alternate form of rich, of power, of name, of status.
You couldn’t even get that the sheep is the love of family, of kin, a love, a sense of belonging.
As for the pig?
The pig symbolized the pursuit of materialism, including everything you’d come to need every day, the ability you have, getting into the grind, for the sakes of your own livelihood.
You’d left them all, to choose the freedom to roam, on the plains of life, there is the enticing, beautiful, setting sun that keeps on receding into the west.
Until one day, you’d left your ride too. Allowed your steed to go free, to allow it to be free.
The meadow became illusory, and a million creatures lived within it.
You had come to the midpoint of your life path, and you couldn’t see what’s in front or what’s behind.
You’d waken up think to yourself: what ELSE can I throw away?
And, there are still multiple ways of interpreting this, what you tossed out first, maybe be what you thought was unimportant to you, but then, as you learned what each of the things meant, you may regret, and you’d think, that you can do this quick “test” again, sure you can, but, then, you would not have the honest response as you’d had that very first time, before you learned what each of those animals meant.