For us Turks, the horse is not just an animal; it is a companion, a memory, and a symbol of freedom. This bond, born on the steppes, still lives quietly somewhere within us.
“The horse is the wing of the Turk.”
— Old Turkic Proverb
When I rode out into the open land, I couldn’t help but think of this. With every step of the horse, time slowed down and the noise of the city faded away. There was no goal, no rush to arrive somewhere—just me, the horse, and the land.
I realized then that being with a horse is not about control, but about harmony. The horse senses your state of mind. If you’re tense, it slows; if you’re calm, it flows. The balance that modern life takes from us quietly returns, even if only for a while.
Maybe that’s why time spent riding through the land isn’t just a sport—it’s a remembrance.
A remembrance of who we are, where we come from, and how slowing down makes us more human.