I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
“It is futile,” I said,
“You can never —”
“You lie,” he cried,
And ran on.
Never give up, even if what you pursue eludes you.
It seems near enough to touch, yet the closer you get, it stretches out to infinity. Keep reaching, keep after it, don’t let it get away.
Though the horizon can’t be captured or embraced, it is always there before you anywhere you go. It finds you and shines down on you.
Celebrate the chase. Allow yourself to be captured by the magic.