06/03/2025
💛 "Aren’t you too old for a horse?" — they ask. But that question isn’t really about age. It’s about love. The kind of love that knows no years…
I've been asked more than once: “Maybe you're too old to own a horse?”
And every time, my heart flinches — not from doubt, but from the very question.
Because how can you ever be too old for the one who heals your soul?
Yes, my knees aren’t what they used to be. The saddle feels heavier.
The barn grows colder with each passing winter.
But in the quiet where frost turns gold and breath fogs the air,
I remember who I truly am — through the gaze of a horse.
A horse doesn’t count wrinkles. Doesn’t notice the tremble in my hands.
All that matters to him is that I’m there.
And for that — for trust, peace, and steps in sync —
I’ll endure the pain, the weariness, the rain.
Because in that stillness, where hearts beat with hooves,
I find refuge. I find youth. I find me.
And age? It's not a barrier — it’s just one more reason to treasure every moment.
🧡 So when someone asks if it’s too late, I answer:
"It’s never too late for true love."
