They say that if you love somebody, let that someone go
And if that someone returns, he/she is yours, otherwise love was never meant to be.
But I ask you this, if you are already prepared to let that someone go,
This shows how important that someone is to you. Therefore,
Love was never meant to be.
The Cowboy and The Horse
One day, there was a cowboy who saw a horse by the side of a path. The horse was thirsty. Feeling pity for the horse, he walked over and gave it some water. The horse could see that the cowboy was not skilled at handling horses and he hasn't caught one by himself yet. But as the horse was thirsty, it felt no need to express any concern.
Day after day, the cowboy took care of the horse. Bringing it back into his family's barn to brush it, to feed it hay. The cowboy even bought a nice saddle for the horse. Soon, as the horse's need for water died down, the horse grew impatient. It wanted what it has always demanded from its owner.
The cowboy grew fatigued and tired from taking care of this demanding horse. He wanted to let go, but he needed the horse as it was his only form of transportation. Plus, each of his brothers had a horse.
One day, while riding on his horse clumsily, the cowboy came across another cowboy. The second cowboy was just on his way to somewhere. He was walking as his previous horse had already died. The horse was almost swinging the first cowboy off of it. The second cowboy then tried to stablize them; he managed to do so.
The first cowboy found that the second cowboy could handle the roughness of the horse. He got very angry. "Stay away from it," he yelled to the second cowboy. But the horse was already walking alongside the second cowboy.
The first cowboy then realized that the reins of the horse were still with him. He tugged. "You're still mine and you will do as I say," he shouted to the horse which was now quite a distance away. The horse knew that the first cowboy cared, but he would never accept it for who the horse was. The horse would always be tolerated.
The second cowboy wanted so much to take care of the poor horse. He knew that the horse's temperament was just as unimportant as the number of stands of mane on the horse's head. But unless the first cowboy releases the reins or the horse breaks it, he will forever be another cowboy wandering, searching for the perfect horse to take care of...
Sometimes what happens to the characters of a story are never under the control of them.
Sorry guys, life's a story, not a fairy tale. Beauty will never end up with Beast. Snow White will never be kissed by a Handsome Prince. Cinderella will never make it to the Ball.
Hurt by reality. Injured by practicality. Killed by materiality.
Broken...
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
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