“…So darling darling stand by me
Oh stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me
If the sky
That we
look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountains
Should crumble
To the sea
I won’t cry, I won’t cry
No I won’t shed a tear
Just as long
As you stand, stand by me
And darling darling
Stand by me
Oh stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me,
stand by me
Whenever you’re in trouble
Won’t you stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me
And darling darling stand by me
Oh stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me.”
…Who do you stand by? I was a 6y/o sitting in the front seat of my dads’ work truck, with my feet dangling, singing Marvin Gaye’s “Stand By Me.” I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my day, than driving in that truck. I always looked over to see my dad, with a pencil over his ear, enjoying the oldies as much as I did. The people that I am proud to say, stand by me.
As you get older things change. Nothing is a simple or care-free as it was as a happy six year old. People go away and some stay but are never the same as they were when all was right. Sometimes you realize your a grown-up human-being who can’t depend on people like you once did. It’s almost upsetting to know that people expect you to grow up and move on, but don’t look at you the same. My parents’ friends were always so nice to me, always complementing to my mom how sweet I was. Now I get dirty looks and people rarely ask about me. I’ve always managed to keep to myself, but somehow the my impression to others has changed for the worse. No one talks to me about my life, or the burning ambitions and desires I have. I’m a good person, really. When I doubt my understanding and compassion to the public, I just keep to myself. I’ve failed horribly at some things, I wish I could do things better. Trust me, I beat myself up enough about the things I did wrong. I feel alone most of the time. My dad and I never take rides in the work truck and listen to oldies. My mom isn’t the mom I used to remember, it’s almost as she’s pushing me away. Maybe that’s how growing up is supposed to be? But why? I’m capable of doing so much, so much more than if my mom or dad wasn’t there for me. The world is a, “every person for their-selves,” type of world. You grow up, even with the need or want, and become part of a constantly moving society.
It hurts to know this is the way it’s going to be. Not that life is upsetting, just that those who you thought would still be there as much as they were when you were six, aren’t.
I sit on a hay-bale. Looking at the truest friend I’ve ever had. I’ve made mistakes but her love hasn’t changed. She stands by me. I get kind looks, the ones that inspire. She lets me rest my head on hear shoulder. I watch and listen, and somehow I get the courage to continue to grow stronger.
Remember that the people in life, aren’t always going to fit into your perspective. Take the time to watch and listen. Stand by them because you have no idea how much they need and appreciate it.
Horses teach you how to communicate on a deeper level. One without words.