Why I do what I do?
Recently I was in Greece and my friend came from Israel just for one tday to meet and spend a good day together.
We thought we could complain: only 1 day of holidays, or me: only 3 days..
Then he told me this anecdote:
There was an old poor woman selling apples on the market. She made a pile of apples on the small table and waited for the customres. Suddenly a bad guy came close to her, hit the table and all the apples felt on the floor and on the road where the cars started to smash them. She started to scream and cry: Ooooh my apples, what am I going to do now! Then another smart guy came close to her and said: You can cry and moan and watch all of your apples get lost, or, you can pick and save one, two or three apples and be grateful for them. Your choice.
And I guess that what I do. I would love to get on my bike and ride the whole world in 3 years, but I cant. I would love to have a full family..but I dont. My two apples that I pick means I make short rides as often as I can, and I am gratefull for my liitle daughter which is a real diamond among most of annoying kids. 🙂
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