{"id":2174,"date":"2012-12-06T08:48:20","date_gmt":"2012-12-06T08:48:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/averral.com\/blog\/?p=2174"},"modified":"2012-12-06T08:51:59","modified_gmt":"2012-12-06T08:51:59","slug":"wild-stallion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2012\/12\/wild-stallion\/","title":{"rendered":"Wild Stallion"},"content":{"rendered":"
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A wild stallion runs in the distance. It can’t be tamed, or controlled… it is willful and fidgety when someone approaches it. It only runs on and on, never stopping, never looking back, only looking forward. It is freedom, the freedom of running across fields of green and the bright skies of no tomorrow, the freedom of living each day in full bliss, the freedom of not having anyone to control its reins. The freedom, that is its happiness.<\/p>\n

Once, my uncle told my father and I, that I was a wild stallion. He said never to try to tame me, or I will escape the clutches of control. He said that I crave for freedom, and will go to any lengths to get it. He said, with a mixture of apprehension and excitment in his voice, that… my nature is wild.<\/p>\n

He saw through me, beneath the calm exterior I exude, was a wild raging force waiting to be unleashed.<\/p>\n

At the fearless state I am experiencing at this point of my life, I have fulfilled his prophecy.<\/p>\n

I am… the wild stallion… he speaks of.<\/p>\n

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A wild stallion runs in the distance. It can’t be tamed, or controlled… it is willful and fidgety when someone approaches it. It only runs on and on, never stopping, never looking back, only looking forward. It is freedom, the freedom of running across fields of green and the bright skies of no tomorrow, the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4,9],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n