I Cry Sometimes

I love my job. It might not always be fun, but it is fulfilling. And some days or moments are neither, just like in any other job or work field. One of the reasons I couldn't function in an office environment was the insensitivity (varying from not really being (emotionally) aware to straight up bullying) of people toward each other. Everyone seemed to eagerly participate in the rat race, only to burn out after some time, but not before doing some unhealthy and heavy unloading on coworkers. They call it 'success' and 'winning'. Something I am maybe just too sober to understand.


What I do understand is the horses who are feeling just like this, every day. Stalled in closed off environments, without proper food, exercise or even friends. Moving from place to place, switching owners more often than seeing a vet or bodyworker. being bored for 23 hours a day and give everything in the one hour of work and never having the experience of having a home, safety and stability.


I cry in my car when I leave places like this. I ask myself and wonder why I quit working in an office. Why I am witnessing so much stuff I'd rather know nothing about, instead of feeling blissfully unaware about the heartaches and pain in this world. I guess I feel helpless during those times and I curse and cuss in my car until the tears come. By the time I'm home I usually got everything out and then I need to remind myself that I can't change anything, not a SINGLE THING just by myself. Like we say with rescue horses and missions: 'It takes a village'.

Change can only happen through the efforts of people who aren't afraid to break the mold. To mercilessly slam on the breaks at the first sign of downfall instead of blaming it on someone or something else. Please hold yourself and others accountable when you stumble on situations like these and speak up on behalf of the horse in the present and in the future.

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Love,

Zoë van Mourik | Equine Trauma & Behavior Specialist
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