Life is only what we wish to make it. How can it be anything else? Our choices reflect the kind of person you become, each part of a living thing is made through its experiences and choices. Destiny? There is nothing of that kind in my mind’s eye. If life were all destiny, if we had no choice to what would become of ourselves, whats the point of life? If life was all planned, by a god that’s life is valued more than your own, if your life is so controlled by this powerful word that’s sounds and tone becomes Destiny. For me, this so-called destiny is bullshit. It is a life, a life full of choices and chances and could affect that of others. You could hide away from that world around you, but that is another choice of yours that no one has decided for you, but the world is never hiding from you. People like you are always there to welcome you into their domain without trying to scare you off or pulling you harder into their world. There are so many different kinds of people out there, people out there that are so sucked into the world of society following everything by their ‘book’ seeing all else as lower, the rebels that are only themselves and see the world as something to enjoy instead of follow, the hiders that cant bring themselves to be like all the others and aren’t strong enough to become a rebel and fight for themselves. The Followers, the Rebels, and the Hiders. Each of their stories can go deep into many things, but in the end they are what they are. Sucked into the world, being in the world however not sucked in, and hiding from it.

In the end, we are in this world. We are all revolving around society and their laws of order and behaviour. By the laws of friendship, relationships, responsibility, self respect, of everything expecting everyone to follow them. The rebels choose to break almost half the laws, and follow the other half unless they truly are jackass to break some categories of laws. For the Hiders its not that they don’t want to follow the laws and hide from it, they just don’t know how to. But follow follow follow, what’re we following if in the end what you follow doesn’t matter any more if you found out you never liked what you’ve done with your life? Some can’t seem, that someone’s life is their own and not for others to evaluate on how you’ve lived it. In the end of out long road, the only thing people truly fight for, is happiness. Whether it is fighting for other peoples’ happiness, ending another’s happiness, or creating your own happiness. As long as you’ve made enough happiness before you pass off, then you’re happy.

Life is a gamble…. Never gamble away happiness.

There are excuses that how a people’s life has turned out is the reason why they are the way they are. Their behaviour, their communications, the quality of their good and bad, and the quantity of their personality is made up by the tragic past that most of them has had. If they give you that excuse, reply that it is bullshit. What about their own personality? When you are created, your genetics, your natural behaviour, your metabolism, your appearance are always one thing that’s there for you. There is that part of you that you’re able to change about yourself whether its your temper or negativity. And unconsciously you pick up habits and behaviours from the people your with and become more like them, then pick up more stuff from another person and become more like them. So in the end you’re the making of another’s. The choices you make in your tragic past also develop the way you are, when your young you may decide to do something harder than the easier road and when your older you regret that you ever decided to take that highway. So the choices also make up whom you are, and can’t forget the experiences you’ve all been through. If you’ve experiences a hard history, which most all of you horses have, then that’s the reason you’re stronger than you’ve been before. But don’t forget the personality you had when you were born, the weaker or low tempered horses don’t gain that strength in the end and remain as they are.

Life is a maze…. Stop getting lost in it.

Pretty fucked up, no? Now there was a shadow, it was made by the flickering light of the fire. The shade hued the grounded darker then it already was in this dark night and forming that of a tall noble equine. As the thoughts passed by this shadow’s mind, it stared into the flames of the fire obviously not even paying attention to it. It was completely motionless, the only movement of the shadow was the bobs as the waves of the fire took its turn to push the shadow larger or smaller. As the night was still at its deepest, the moon was blasting rays of light keeping the shadow still in form. With a movement in the shadow’s eyes it seemed to have waken up from its train of thought and ready to move. A flick of its tail, the shadow turned around bringing its back towards the fire and moving off the other direction. Leaving the fire, an entire burning tree that with fire settling into the blackening fir the shadow begun to jog away. Now I’m not going to explain about how the fire on the fir tree came to be, for that doesn’t matter. What mattered was what that shadow was thinking, for it had to be thinking of something to be standing so close in front of a tree that’s on fire without paying attention to the red flames. Well, I guess you might not care, no?

Anywho, the night was still young although aging has started to come but not yet at its end though. The shadow stretched its long legs racing across the packs of trees that quickly passed by and by with wings right at the top of the feet that danced around. The shadow of the horse sprinted across, moving with that usual ungraceful and clumsy walk that all horses seem to share. The trees thinned out until it was an open land made up of slithers of grass and flowers with flashy colours that currently can’t be distinguished in the darkness even with the bright large creepy yellow moon. Well now, we don’t care about the journey this one shadow took. Let us skip ahead to more interesting stuff, no?

Everybody took everything that they could
And they made a little town out of stones and out of wood,
And they made a little king out of plasticine,
And they threw the rules away but they kept the wisdom in.
And all the birds and the bees lived so peacefully
And all of the babies they slept so gently until...

Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red.
Little Red, Little Red, Little Red, Little Red Little, Little Red came knocking.

Little garden, how do I make your flowers grow,
When I already do everything that I know?
I bring you sunshine and I bring you rain but still you refrain.
All the other gardens are so full of flowers.
They're so colourful, yeah, I spend all these hours
Trying to make you as beautiful as them but sti-i-i-il you refrain.

Now at this point this shadow has gotten on in its voyage. The new sun was crawling from its bed, changing the horizon’s colour starting out a brilliant orange and fanning out into a yellow-green and then towards a bright alluring sky blue and ending at a purple-blue at the tail of the sky. The air was at its freshest with a chilly edge as the shadow’s chest heaved at the sweetness. The shadow was now at a calming pace as it begun to cool down from its sprint, as it ran until the sun peaked up. A wind heaved by and the daisies gossiped with each other and birdsong that was only sang at this time of the morning. I’d guess three or four birds I didn’t know were conversing with each other as they yelled a phrase of song repeatedly to each other. It was reliving now for that shadow for the flies were dead in the winter as it walked out in the open where the insects would usually feast of any kind of horse. The snow was clumped in patchs and leaving spots for half frozen flowers and grass to still try to live off the sun and water that was little. Well, enough now for the sightseeing don’t ya think?

Anyway, the figure of an intense black obsidian horse stood, with its own shadow, a ways off. This shadow was the sister of the black figure’s shadow. He was a special one, for he is my own brother. Flesh and guts, Made In Mom. The shadow’s given so much to it’s brother, loving it to the end knowing that he does care so much in his own way. He is… Out of all three categories I’d guess he’s more like me, a Rebel-Hider mix, but hey, that’s just what I think. In a way he’s something completely different than your normal horse but a horse none-the-less. The two shadows were planned to meet together at some location in the middle of somewhere to meet with the most important people they’ll ever meet in their life, the Gods. The shadow, as usual, was late and they both had gotten used to that fact, or at least I think so….

Now, the shadow had fainted off a while ago, for the sun that beamed vivid rays of light everywhere causing the shadow of the horse to disappear for a while. So now I guess I should introduce the owner and the shadow, myself.