I learned yesterday it is possible to domesticate and train zebras. In fact, they can be made docile enough to trust them in close proximity to young children. Zebras are stunning animals to see up close. They are almost otherworldly, the way their black and white stripes display such a distinctive, brilliant pattern. When you see a zebra carrying a kid on its back, you’d swear for a second that you are in another world – a Narnianesque world where man and wild animal share company just as closely as humans to other humans.
Zebra rides don’t come cheap; in our case, it came at the cost of ten bucks per kid for three quick laps and a photo opp. That’s quite a high price tag, especially at a small city festival where nearly every attraction is offered free of charge. But how often does a kid get a chance to ride a zebra? Five minutes after approaching the zebra pen, we were twenty bucks lighter in the wallet, and I was sideswiped by a demon of disconsolation. Not for the loss of twenty dollars. A sunny, carefree day was now clouded in sadness, and I longed to find a silent place where alone I could weep tears over the fate of that poor, displaced zebra – beautifully wild, yet tragically tamed.
It was in the zebra’s eyes – the angst, laced with tragic resignation. We’ve all seen it when we go to the zoo. Some animals don’t seem to mind the captivity, while others say with their eyes, “Does anybody out there have a twenty pound helping of rat poison I could swallow? For I would prefer death to this mirage.” That was the zebra. It had the look of an animal that somehow knew it was designed for something different – call it something more; I don’t know, but I believe the zebra was remembering something in a mystical way that goes beyond direct experience, drawing instead from blood and bone and sinew. That knowledge, of the memory and the inability to reunite with its preordained place in the world, made the zebra a depressed animal indeed.
“Are they born domesticated, or are they rescued in the wild from endangerment?” I asked one of the handlers.
“No,” he said, “they are all born in captivity. But we have to work with them constantly, because they’ll revert back. If they’re left unbridled for even a week, they start to buck and fight as soon as you put a rider on them.”
Then it hit me – why the zebra made me sad. The zebra is just like us. I heard someone say once that the natural state of a human is to live free from the curses of the flesh and the servitude to debauchery. Our default nature, in other words, is holiness. It is freedom. I’ve always found this impossible to believe, both because I know myself and my own failures, and I see the hopelessness of all mankind to make anything truly good of ourselves. But what if we are like the zebra? What if, given enough time away from the bridle, we could remember again to live wild and free?
Tonight, I pray for that zebra. I pray it is given just the respite it needs from the suffocating domestication that’s been forced upon it, and with a swift kick to trainer’s groin, may it flee with the speed of its wild brothers and live as it knows it was always meant to. I pray this also for myself and every one of us.
Categories: Life, religion, spiritual themes
Yes, I too long for the freedom we were created to have! I know God has planted eternity in our hearts as a reminder that we were made for so much more!
I daresay we were meant for more even here and now. Though I fear that few of us will ever experience that “more” in the present.
You made me pause and consider the fate of all animals in captivity for our enjoyment. Also the animals bred for food. The inhumane treatment is sad. As for us humans this is the life we know. Our bars the job we work, the taxes we pay and the contaminated food we eat. Could we survive if we were “free”?
That’s a great point, my dear. Sadly, few of us would survive. I’ve suffered under a premonition of late, that we are approaching a day in which all of our technology will fail us. Then we will know how well we survive. 😦
I adore zebras and hobbyhorses!
I remember this scene in Life of Pi, a zebra being eaten alive by a hyena on a boat, one body-part at a time.
So I am sad for your zebra. But I am even sadder for my zebra, the one in the boat that sailed on the ocean of sadness in my mind.
I mourn along with you, my Zebra loving friend. May God grant peace to all the many zebras of the world.
Argh! There is nothing sadder than the distant look in the eye of the wild made captive. Except that scene in Life of Pi 😦
I love this! You resonate with the longing for freedom that is all of us … a longing that IS achievable. Wonderful…
My tame zebra have joy and peace in his eyes. Maybe it depends on how you take care of them ?
My zebra has endless pastures to wander in, and need not be shown to people for money, he is in a sense free, but tame and happy. Yes, he has equine friends too in the pasture. He was saved from a circus and are so happy to just be and that he finally got peace and freedom even in captivity.
He follows me like a dog and is very affectionate. He is born in captivity and can´t return to wild, he don´t know what wild is anyway. There is a HUGE difference by a wild animal born in captivity and a wild animal born in freedom. If the trainer told you that the zebra needed constant reminder to stay tame, then he is a lousy and bad trainer, probably forcing the zebra to do things that scares him.
– I understand the spirit of this article , we also yearn back to our origins.
Please, take me back where I can live free, with wild animals and in peace with other people.
Thanks for reading and for the impassioned words. I can tell you’re a true animal lover. I’m glad you were able to discern my deeper meaning.