This week's story is called Chasing horizons, and it's honestly not aimed at any particular age group, but there's nothing really age limiting about it either.
Chasing horizons.
You know how us cowboys are supposed to ride off into the horizon after we get the bad guy and rescue the lady fair? Well, it’s not quite as easy as it sounds.
The thing that everyone forgets to tell you is that the horizon is simply the line where the sun sets, it’s not really a location. But I didn’t know that when I started out as a horizon chaser… and now it’s far too late for me to stop.
I did the classic midday shootout thing, and I saved the town just like a penny novel hero would so I figured that their happy ending would work just as well for me.
Maybe I should have been suspicious when I hit the water, but I wasn’t going to let a little thing like that deter me, even though the sun had set hours before. I figured when I reached the horizon I’d be in a land of eternal sunshine… so I bought a ship just large enough for me, rations, and my horse; and off we went.
I've got to tell you, there is nothing so pretty as a sunrise at sea. It looked like the whole world was glowing; and for a moment, I thought that I’d done it. I thought that I had reached the horizon… but then the sun continued to rise, and I was lost at sea.
I followed the sunset to more places then you can dream of. I’ve seen wonders you can’t imagine, tasted foods with more flavor then you knew existed, and seen horrors that I fear I will never forget. But one thing I've never seen is the horizon itself. Sure, we all see it for a short amount of time each day, but even though I sought it for years meeting friends, foes, and even my wife along the way, I never learned where the sun rises and sets, it’s always just out of reach.
Looking back on my life, I guess I was pretty selfish. I wanted to live on the horizon like it somehow belonged to me, and maybe that’s why so many old-timers looked at me cockeyed when I told them about my plans, but in their crooked smiles I knew even then, that a lesson lay ahead of me, though I figured that it lay in my destination; not my journey.
You want to know the pearl of wisdom that I picked up along the way? The golden nugget of truth that no one would share with me? That they insisted I learn for myself?
The horizon belongs to everyone, just like rainbows and flowers. If you live on a mountain, island, or farm, they may look a little different depending on where your from, but they are yours just as much as mine, they’re a beautiful gift from God, and you can’t just live there. You need to wait ‘till He decides to bless you with them.
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