people who think that only super rich people own horses obviously never grew up on a dirt road in a rural area of the south that has 7 chestnut quarter horses on that street alone, whose owners houses are falling down and yet the horses still have a round bale in their wire-fenced paddock
We never know how fragile life really is until we see it right in front of us. One minute we're there but the next we might not be anymore, or even worse, someone we love might be gone and there's absolutely nothing we can do other than pray and hope nothing happens to us. We always think well have more time, but someday our time will be up and I'm sure we'll have way too many regrets.