i guess it’s easy to become bitter… 

especially once you’ve reached a certain age and realized you haven’t accomplished even one-sixteenth of the goals you set out to achieve all those years ago when you thought it would take you forever to get through life…

how could i have possibly envisioned where i would be today…?

there was no way…

the way i’ve always raced around the track without my blinders on…

with those jockeys on my back, continually whipping me to go faster and faster… 

when i think of all the races i thought i qualified for, but wasn’t even given a chance because i was automatically eliminated by the handicappers…

when i think of all the gamblers who wouldn’t stake money on me…

when i think of all the trainers who wouldn’t even exercise me, let alone get me race-ready…

i guess it’s easy to become bitter…

especially once you’ve reached a certain age and realized you’re just sore and uneven and lugging along in some pasture somewhere, enjoying that beautiful green grass, never having known the feeling of a blanket of roses cast over your withers…

it’s times like this that i wish i was bred for more non-competetive uses such as giving a girl her first riding lesson or
pulling a carriage through central park or a sleigh through the berkshires during christmas or being given as a gift to a boy who dreams of becoming a cowboy one day…

perhaps then i wouldn’t have acted so spooky whenever those multitude of riders attempted to saddle and mount me…