Riding White Horses

I rode bare back on white-ish horse as a child once. And fell off.

I didn’t know bare back was a thing. Someone we knew had a pony of a kind, and I was popped on the back, sans saddle. Two minutes later I popped off again.

You like me, may have watched the surfers Riding White Horses on a windy day at the sea. Sometimes they stay on for a while.

Fall off. Or stay on for a while.

It’s going to be one or the other. And probably more of the former.

But you gotta try. Otherwise life is a wasted opportunity.