Back on the Horse

Life whips you into shape. Whenever you find yourself flowing in the wind, with the wind, in a gleeful canter, life says "whoa." It unleashes all the stress, the sorrow, other people's pains and deadlines, theirs wants and needs, complexes and imperfections on you. Whatever it thinks you can bear, you should bear. For freedom is not earned or given. You just take it and own it. You settle into it and never look back. And if you find yourself looking, distracted from just being, that's when you stumble, that's when you might fall. And it's hard, really hard, to get back on the horse.

So beware, be careful. When you are in fact in a gleeful canter, don't look back or down or around. At one point, you might simply not wish to get back on the horse. And that would be the end of a beautiful life you could have had.