Destroy all strict, boring outlines.
Nothing is sacred and everything is subject to mutiny.
Nothing should have to follow the lines of a rigid square.
Comedy is a virtue.
Laugh at yourself.
Laugh at those around you.
Laugh at things that shouldn't be funny.
But you don't have to laugh all the time.
I love action, speed, and dynamic images.
I love to try to save everything I can.
But if it fails, be ready to chunk it.
Heartily eat the shit out of life and spit out the bits and chunks that should have made it.
All that is held sacred will falter.
Essay:
The beating of hooves on the ground could be heard out in the open field. A chill wind was blowing through but the temperature was acceptable. A time keeper called out a two minute warning, telling me it was time to wrap up my warm up. My horse was sparkling clean and we were dressed in our colors. After a few more fences, we finished the warm-up and proceeded to the start box as they called out the one minute warning. I checked my stop watch and set it; my heart was pounding uncontrollably - from the excitement, worry, and the previous warm up. The horse was standing by the start-box, me on his back, tightly gripped on the reins, waiting in anticipation. My feet wriggled in the stirrups as the time keeper counted down from thirty seconds to the final ten seconds.
The sweat was rolling down my face now. The horse was anxious with me, unable to stand perfectly still. At the last ten seconds, I walked towards the box and at five seconds walked in, slowly turning around as I heard "five, four, three, two, one" read out to me. At one, my heart dropped and with a "Go!" from the time keeper, the powerful legs of the horse took off, departing from the fence of the start box, cantering the first 20 yards to the first obstacle. For the duration of the ride, all I remember was the thunder of horse hooves and my voice in a combination of yelling and praising the horse, along with my legs pushing and pushing his strong legs forward. I remember I had to yell in order to keep myself breathing.
Finally, at the last obstacle, I could feel myself pushing and pushing and as the horse's nimble legs took off from the ground, sailing over the jump, he landed and my heart felt elated, knowing it was just a calm canter the finish line left.
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