Do you ever feel like you've just completely wasted a whole chunk of your life? Ever since I was little I've ridden horses. I think I was about 11 when my parents bought me my first show horse. His name was Moey. He wasn't just a horse, he was my best friend. My parents saw me in bright lights; they had big dreams for me. Winning was everything. It consumed my parents, and it consumed me. Horses become life's priority. Money was being thrown at me in every single way to make sure that I had the best, to make sure that I was going to become the best. And then a single day changed it all, and my world fell to pieces.
And I've barely ridden since.
Horses are no longer my entire life, and I'm not sure whether I feel as if I wasted years, or if I miss it consuming me. I miss being good at something. I miss being a part of something.
People say that your past is your past for a reason, and that it has no place in your future. I'm still trying to decide whether that applies to all things though.
Horses are still a part of my present. They are still there, and I feel so awful for not giving them the attention they need.
I miss home.
I miss you.
But seeing you breaks my heart.
Location:Just a bedroom.
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