The Horse That Ran Toward Sunsets
Chasing What Always Moves Away
A wild horse galloped west every evening, chasing sunsets like a lover. People thought it foolish until a philosopher explained: “What matters is not reaching the sun, but refusing to stop seeking beauty.” When the horse grew old, villagers saw it standing peacefully in a crimson horizon, satisfied that it had chased every dusk life offered.
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