Often, after people of the kind finish accomplishing great heights in life, they eventually arrive at one question; how did it all begin?
Of course, I am an amateur, still steering around the brush fences, ditches, and bullfinches of what they call “life”, and no, I have not yet reached extraordinary, momentous, or exceptional heights. Or maybe, I am just not the complacent kind (getting off-topic is second nature to me). But lately (I’m getting there), I’ve had this raving mania for horses; And when I trace back the saga of events that escorted my conscience to this state, it all just began with a DVD that I believe was bestowed upon me. It’s the most magnificent thing I’d beheld – “Spirit : Stallion of the Cimarron”. Now, “why” you might ask. The answer is : I don’t even know. But I could delineate the exact emotions I felt when I watched it. As my preoccupied mind time-travels to a decade ago, I do recollect my mother gingerly inserting the DVD into the player. It was about fifteen minutes into the movie, and my inattentive brain was already bored. “Mom, we just saw Madagascar and Lion King a week ago, and now you’re into horses. Well played mom, but I – “.. and I heard the rhythmic gallops of horses in the movie. I was put into a trance. Caught in that stupor, my bottom half mechanically pigeon toed towards the T.V. As the horse hooves stumped the dry mud, my body grooved to the gallops. I was seven, and I knew I felt sheltered, I too wanted to feel velvety coat of Spirit, and then my little brain settled down to an unassailable goal – “Ma, I want to be a horse when I grow up”. As I grew up to learn the theory of evolution, my expectations for a drastic metamorphosis of the “human to a horse” kind dwindled. But, I felt a strong urge to belong to the wilderness, to the horses, to the stables again. Now, every time I look at a stallion, I see a mirror, for a very wise soul said the following –
“If you are fearful, a horse will back off. If you are calm and confident, it will come forward. For those who are often flattered or feared, the horse can be a welcome mirror of the best in human nature”