I want to be a racehorse.
I feel like there is nothing more beautiful, nothing more sublime, than to be a creature that is built for a purpose, that gets to fulfill that purpose, and that gets to do it with such grace and power.
Did you watch the Belmont Stakes on Saturday night? Did you watch American Pharoah (the horse with the misspelled name) win the Triple Crown, the first to do so since 1978? Did you witness the most beautiful sub 3-minutes in recent racing history?
I did and it was magic.
I am not a racing buff. I do not know anything more than that the Triple Crown is made up of the Kentucky Derby in-where else?- Louisville, Kentucky, the Preakness Stakes in Baltimore, Maryland, and the Belmont Stakes in Elmont, New York. I do not know the rules, or any of the intense minutiae of detail that goes into an actual horse race.
But, man will I watch for the horses.
They are so beautiful, so majestic, these creatures. All that rippling muscle, that pure unadulterated desire to run, the burst of kinetic energy that they exude as they break free of the gate.
The thing I love about horses, about racehorses, is their ability to run, but it’s more than just that. That freedom of motion, of expressing themselves and what they were created to do makes me want to be just like them. I see a racehorse, or even the stately mounted Capital Police force in Washington, DC, and I want to emulate that power, that upright posture, that strength, that grace, that beauty.
Seeing American Pharoah win the Belmont wasn’t an event for me, in that I flipped on the TV just for that 5 minute span of time from lining up at the starting gate to finish line. I didn’t have a party, didn’t bet (should have?), and didn’t have company besides Suki who wasn’t all that interested. I had a feeling this horse would win. Every other year or so, a contender may have come along, but this one horse in particular seems built of magic. He ran ¼ mile in 24 seconds. He finished with an incredible (for racing) distance between him and the second place challenger. For nearly an exact 2 minutes and 26 seconds, I sat transfixed, watching this beautiful horse do exactly what it was supposed to do- what it was made to do.
Of course humans are more complicated. It’s harder for us to know exactly our purpose is or how to find that special something that puts us right in the zone where you just know you are where you’re supposed to be. There are some things though that trigger me to wonder—am I doing things with my life that make me feel alive the way a racehorse looks/feels alive when it’s doing it’s thing? Am I spending enough time following through on habits or hobbies that make my mind light up, my heart race in a good (nonmedical!) way? When I see horses, I wonder.
Does nature, in any of its forms, inspire you to hold on and dig deeper? Is there a creature or act of nature that makes you stop and wonder about your bigger purpose in life? I’d love to hear about it ❤