One day, Nasreddin Hodja was walking down the road when he saw a stunning horse.
He politely convinced the owner to let him try riding it.
But things didn’t go as planned — no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get on the horse.

His struggle quickly attracted attention.
A crowd gathered around, watching him with curious eyes.

Realizing he was being watched, Hodja exclaimed loudly:
— Oh Nasreddin, you’ve grown old… You weren’t like this in your youth!

The crowd silently nodded in agreement.

Then Hodja, in a quiet voice only he could hear, muttered to himself:
— I remember your youth too, Nasreddin…