A man wanted to travel the world. He thought, the best way to see it would be to drive all around it, and if he was going to drive around the whole world, he needed a good car, the best there ever was.
So he worked and toiled for years and years, saving up everything he can. Decades later, he had the money he needed to buy his car.
On the day, he had arranged everything, went to the car dealer and drove off never having felt more pleasure in his life.
He stocked up his car, bid his home farewell and drove off.
Weeks later, he came to an endless river. It wasn’t on any of the maps, he didn’t know he would face such a difficult obstacle. He drove along-side it for weeks and weeks, but no bridges were to be found.
The rest of the world he wanted to see was on the other side. His car cannot cross a river, but he knew that if he swam across he would make it. He can put some of the things he need in a large plastic bag, tie a knot trapping air inside it and it would float with him.
But this car made touring the world easy, and he had put in it all his life’s work. He can’t just abandon it. Maybe if he drove further along the river he would eventually find a bridge, but there is no telling how far he’d have to go, or if a bridge does exist. What would he do?
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