Yuvraj means prince, and he has worn that title without vanity for twenty years. There is a quality to old horses that young ones cannot manufacture, a gravity, a patience, a knowing that settles into their eyes like still water.
Twenty years of living had not made him slow. It had made him true.
At twenty, he still moves like a king. He reminds me every day that wisdom is simply patience that has stayed long enough to become real.