They see a different person when I ride. They see a man without fear.
The truth is, I carry more fear in the saddle than on the ground.
I fear for the beast beneath me; I fear for the lives around me.
But for myself?
There is nothing left to dread. I am not afraid to fall. I am not afraid to die.
Long before I mount the saddle,
I have already hit the ground,
my face hugged the earth.
Long before the gallop,
I have already drawn my last breath,
I am buried beneath the hooves.
How can I fear what has already come to pass?
You cannot fear a ghost.