I watched my older brother work with a wild mustang this morning. He had 1 hour in a pin with a wild horse, never before trained.
I have no interest in horses, in fact they scare me, but I found this process inspiring.
After some thought I recognized it had nothing to do with this process but everything to do with seeing my brother BEING his passion.
The word BEING is a noun defined as: something that actually exists.
Witnessing people "being" their passion inspires me.
There is no question as to who they are.
Either you exist or you don’t.
