Mirravale Riding School - Day 6
Second last day here, and am I looking forward to going home in Perth, even if it's only a rented home. I guess it's knowing that there is a personal space for you out there, where u can do anything u want without fearing of being judged by anybody but yourself. I'm happy that I ended up doing my "farm attachment" with Lydia, for I thoroughly enjoyed all the talks we shared when we were merely sitting around and feeling bored.
I love the horses and the ponies, but I think I will never be able to support one on my own. I'm quite happy that I do not desire having a horse of my own, unlike so many kids who are learning to ride. There is this girl around the age of 12, who works here in order to save up to buy her own horse. That is an admirable dream, but one that I guess I will never understand since I have not been placing horse-riding as one of my favourite major activies of my life ever since I was a kid, unlike them. To me, a city-dweller, going to all that trouble just to place a further burden on yourself is impractical. Can I still be considered a true animal lover? It's different from having cats and dogs, I think. These small animals can live under the same roof, but a horse can't. One has to drive miles to see your horse in some stable far away, only to enjoy at most a 2 hour ride together. Is it worth it? And why do I continue to assess worthiness simply by the returns I can get out of things? Why does my mentality have to revolve around practicality, when it can choose to believe in passion instead?
Horses are smart creatures. They are said to be able to sense fear in humans around them. If you allow them to bully you once, they pick it up quickly and will continue to push you around. Over the past week, I think I have more or less learnt to behave more assertively around them, and have lost my fear of being kicked by horses. After all those stories that I have heard from workers at Mirravale, there is no big fuss to be made over injuries that arise due to handling horses, as long as they aren't serious. I now understand that falling off a horse does not always mean broken bones, head concussions or paralysis. It can even be said that injuries are likely to be common, but what matters most is that you pick yourself up again and laugh the matter off. Horse people always have stories to share among themselves, and some of that include tales of being kicked by a certain horse or falling off because the horse suddenly reared. But to them, it is all part and parcel of working in this line, and despite the risks, they love what they do.
I love the horses and the ponies, but I think I will never be able to support one on my own. I'm quite happy that I do not desire having a horse of my own, unlike so many kids who are learning to ride. There is this girl around the age of 12, who works here in order to save up to buy her own horse. That is an admirable dream, but one that I guess I will never understand since I have not been placing horse-riding as one of my favourite major activies of my life ever since I was a kid, unlike them. To me, a city-dweller, going to all that trouble just to place a further burden on yourself is impractical. Can I still be considered a true animal lover? It's different from having cats and dogs, I think. These small animals can live under the same roof, but a horse can't. One has to drive miles to see your horse in some stable far away, only to enjoy at most a 2 hour ride together. Is it worth it? And why do I continue to assess worthiness simply by the returns I can get out of things? Why does my mentality have to revolve around practicality, when it can choose to believe in passion instead?
Horses are smart creatures. They are said to be able to sense fear in humans around them. If you allow them to bully you once, they pick it up quickly and will continue to push you around. Over the past week, I think I have more or less learnt to behave more assertively around them, and have lost my fear of being kicked by horses. After all those stories that I have heard from workers at Mirravale, there is no big fuss to be made over injuries that arise due to handling horses, as long as they aren't serious. I now understand that falling off a horse does not always mean broken bones, head concussions or paralysis. It can even be said that injuries are likely to be common, but what matters most is that you pick yourself up again and laugh the matter off. Horse people always have stories to share among themselves, and some of that include tales of being kicked by a certain horse or falling off because the horse suddenly reared. But to them, it is all part and parcel of working in this line, and despite the risks, they love what they do.
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