Learning from Horses about Death
For anyone who has ever been to my mom and tom’s house, you know that our lot sits directly next to a horse farm. It is very common to take a peak outside our kitchen window during the day, and see an enormous Clydesdale grazing. I have to say it is incredibly soothing to watch those horses, run, eat and play all day long. It makes you wonder sometimes who has a better understanding of life, us or them?
I know for me, I spent a lot of time angry today about losing my mom. I think of how many horribly unhealthy, drinking, smoking, fat older woman I see scarfing down a footlong sub from subway, and it just makes me cringe. My mom was always healthy. She always exercised, watched what she ate, and was always making a conscious effort in improving herself, physically and mentally. I know it is wrong of me to pass judgment on these woman, but sometimes I just can’t help it. How dare they still be here, and my mom not!
And then I see the horses. They’re not angry, bitter, mad, or sad. I know most people will say, they’re too stupid to feel that way. Are they? Maybe they just get it. Maybe they understand the cycle, the natural way of life better than we do. So they don’t get mad when someone dies, they don’t crumble in mourning…they just continue on with the cycle of life. Despite all our intelligence, I have to think sometimes we could learn a lot from animals. Animals are in tune with the cycle of nature, they deal with death everyday, and they seem to really understand how life works. Humans seem to muddy things up with emotions, intellect, and egos. Now don’t get me wrong, emotions are wonderful things, and denying yourself them is to deny the feeling of life. But don’t forget, we’re all here together, part of a cycle, and there’s no sense in not getting out and enjoying a day grazing in the fields.