In life, sometimes we must mimic the bullfighter who dodges the dangers that come at him. The bull is hot, he is angry, he does not particularly like you; and he is on a mission. Well that is the way it is portrayed anyway. Often we are the bullfighter who is in the massive arena dancing with the lonely bull; our cape attracting attention. We may enjoy the attention as long as it is the kind we want, but sometimes the eyes that gaze are not friendly ones. There are those sitting in the stands that want to see us fail, to see the bull win. Hemingway saw bullfighting more as tragic ceremony than as a sport, however life does not need to be tragic, only meaningful.
