If it won’t let you mount it, try anyway. If it throws you off once, it happens. Twice, you should have been more prepared. Three times, joke is on you.
Not use kicking a dead horse. You need one to hunt. Perhaps you should have been seeking completion in another wild animal, belonging to specific list of animals, all of which are spirit animals to you, at this point in time.
These animals will guide you through the valleys of joy and sorrow, death and life, triumphantly, a cool breeze on your face, this warm, early summer day, where everything that surrounds you is made harmonious by your senses.
Join the dance. It occurs through you, with you, and, in part, because of you.