Title: o captain, my captain [ 3 hundred ]
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Added: 31 Jul 2010
Author: upsidedownbrutus
Duration: 01:16 min
Description:
I'm not sure how I feel about this. Not sure I got the message across I intended so I will explain.
We're asked to get on horses and ride and learn to do it correctly. We build up a partnership and trust, sometimes over the course of one ride sometimes over several. Then when we've learnt what we can with them we're plopped on a new horse and asked to do the same, still aching from the displacement of the first. On horses I cannot keep or that are not mine I have to make myself not feel the passion that we should when we ride. I have to not pay much attention to them on the ground. No behind the ear scratchies, nothing. I can't. I cannot be invested in this horses personality I cannot even be around people that are if the goal is to sell it.
Brutus keeps me sane. I can be passionate about my sport with him because the only thing that is going to take him from me is death. I don't care that I struggle with him and it is more difficult and I could get more instantaneous success with another horse. We all dream of the amazing important horses that take us to grand prix and that are absolutely perfect. Chances are Brutus and I will never do Grand Prix. People hop from horse to horse to horse and chances are they will never do Grand Prix. Brutus is not perfect, u/s or on the ground. I. Don't. Care. He is my squishy. I can give him all the love I want and he can feel free to return it. He's my pony soulmate. There is a moment when your riding everything has gone perfectly, not just the satisfaction of a good ride, and you think "This is how it should be." Brutus gives me those moments. I will probably never win a Rolex, but I don't really care, I've felt a hundred times more joy than that just sitting on my fat, lazy, bucking, rearing pony.
I hope that made some semblance of sense.
Channel: Sports
Tags: upsidedownbrutus