If you want to control your horse, you must control yourself first. The stranger is yourself.

Providenci 2022-04-15 08:01:01

If you want to control your horse, you must control yourself first. The most unfamiliar is yourself, the richest is yourself. In the richest emotions, you mistakenly think that the so-called you (self) behind the emotions, and eventually you are kidnapped by the emotions. Only when you untie, can you be free! Without control, peace is life. The last unbridled horse rushes into the field and returns to visit the protagonist, suggesting a reinvented self.

The protagonist's social phobia is serious, his relationship with his family is tense, and he is imprisoned all year round, and does not want to return to society. The daughter said she stopped applying for parole, feeling that her father did not want to be released from prison. In the end, the father re-learned communication in the process of training horses, began to communicate positively with his daughter, and received a warm response. Although the ending was implied and unreported, the aftertaste was long.

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  • Estefania 2022-04-17 09:01:14

    The male protagonist is good and will be sensational. Should I file a complaint against human rights agencies for enslaving prisoners to do high-risk work? ? ?

  • Citlalli 2022-04-15 09:01:08

    This is the third story about Americans and horses in the past two years. The subplots are a little redundant, and some of the scenes are very moving. I just feel that horseshoes are not like people with daughters, let alone grandchildren. .

The Mustang quotes

  • Psychologist: You've been in isolation. What do you think about that?

    Roman: I'm not good with people.

  • Martha: When I was six, I, uh, started to write letters of support to your parole board. But your parole was always denied, so I thought it was my fault that you were still in prison, because I wasn't a good enough writer. Then, when I got older, I understood. You didn't want to get out. So I stopped writing. I kept one of those letters. "My dad is fun. Send him back home".