07/21/2025
“I’ll ride next week.”
“I’ll ride when it’s warmer.”
“I’ll ride when I have more time.”
But time doesn’t wait. Horses don’t live forever.
One day, without warning, the last ride comes —
and you don’t even know it was the last.
No more lazy Sunday hacks.
No more wind in your hair as hooves drum steady down your favorite trail.
No more soft nickers as you walk toward the gate.
No more saddle in your hands, no more breath shared in silence.
The track you loved will grow quiet.
The tack will gather dust.
And all you’ll wish for is one more ride.
So ride now.
Ride like it's your goodbye.
Like the goals can wait, but the moments can’t.
Pat him a little longer. Hug him a little tighter. Say the words out loud:
“You’re my heart. You’re my once-in-a-lifetime.”
Because one day, your hands won’t find that mane.
And you’ll give anything to feel that rhythm beneath you just one more time.
So ride. Not for ribbons. Not for perfection.
Ride for love.
Ride for memories.
Ride for the day when "tomorrow" never comes.