A lone cowboy that nobody knew walks into a saloon one morning.
He orders two drinks, which he downs slowly. When he is done with his drinks, he pays the bartender and walks out of the saloon. He sees that his horse with all his stuff is missing.
He turns around, walks back into the bar, pulls his guns from his holster and shoots them in the air.
"Whichever one of you cow dung stole my horse, better have it back by the time I finish my next drink, otherwise I am going to have to do what I did in Texas. And trust me, I don’t want to ever do that again."
He walks back to the bar, gets another drink, and slowly drinks it. The people in the bar start murmuring, talking amongst themselves and looking at the stranger with fear in their eyes.
The stranger finishes his drink, walks out, and his horse is there where he left it. When he climbs up on it, the bartender and the bar patrons run out after him.
The bartender says, "Mister, we’re sorry for what happened. But please tell us what happened in Texas after somebody stole your horse!"
The stranger looks at him and says, "I had to walk home."
“Welcome to the present moment. Here. Now. The only moment there ever is.”
― Eckhart Tolle