Three weeks ago everyone was waiting nervously all over the world - WHO IS IT GOING TO BE - Trump or Hillary?
As always in life, while others take the trophy back home and celebrate, others will dive head first into a DEEP - COLD - MUD. Who should have won in my opinion? Let’s not get into that, but just something a little similar.
As Americans are either celebrating the new great America or struggling to change nationality, we are still waiting for the E-day.
It is not about the president of Finland, not until 2018 - but for something much more interesting - the election of the HERD.
The herd of horses, to be more particular.
As we humans tend to change the throne and mix things up every few years, in is suddenly not so simple in the real life. Because when you vote as a horse, you may not ever get a second chance, unless you are ready to fight to be the leader yourself.
And because horses do not really live in democracy, life there may not always be so equitable. Try to complain- you will get beaten, try to eat where you are not meant to eat- you will get beaten, get sick- you will lose your place and get beaten.
Few weeks ago, our leader of the pack, Hemja got sick. Hemja is the oldest mare of the herd, which is normal for a leader. She used to be the most respected horse of the pack, until life got almost taken away from her. She certainly had some healing angels with her during the past few weeks, as she is starting to recover slowly!
Even though, she is starting to look and sound like a horse again, she is definitely not the leader anymore. And if she ever wants to be, she will have to fight for her life.
So as we tried to habituate Hemja back into the herd, she was quickly bitten all up and her place in the herd had declined right from the top to the bottom. When she finally gave up fighting as she did not stand a chance to get back up, she was miserably standing in the corner of the paddock. There was already another leader in the herd- and if Hemja ever wanted to be up top again, she would have to strengthen up and fight back like never before.
The good thing about living in an artificial herd, (and by artificial I mean a herd which is maintained by humans,) is that the help is close.
At the moment, Hemja is in a different paddock, standing in the middle of a hay bale and eating herself up. She could have easily lost her spot in the hierarchy, if she was not taken away. In a few weeks, she will have more muscle and energy to fight for the throne again, because she deserves a second chance. We need a good and wise leader for our nation and we are ready to fight for it.
I am so on a Hemja’s team!
She is the real leader.
Even though, she is starting to look and sound like a horse again, she is definitely not the leader anymore. And if she ever wants to be, she will have to fight for her life.
So as we tried to habituate Hemja back into the herd, she was quickly bitten all up and her place in the herd had declined right from the top to the bottom. When she finally gave up fighting as she did not stand a chance to get back up, she was miserably standing in the corner of the paddock. There was already another leader in the herd- and if Hemja ever wanted to be up top again, she would have to strengthen up and fight back like never before.
The good thing about living in an artificial herd, (and by artificial I mean a herd which is maintained by humans,) is that the help is close.
At the moment, Hemja is in a different paddock, standing in the middle of a hay bale and eating herself up. She could have easily lost her spot in the hierarchy, if she was not taken away. In a few weeks, she will have more muscle and energy to fight for the throne again, because she deserves a second chance. We need a good and wise leader for our nation and we are ready to fight for it.
I am so on a Hemja’s team!
She is the real leader.