When I want to make my life easier, which is more or less always, I imagine it to be a giant journey. Because watching us as we go to the sea and vacations, I noticed that we are actually never doubt that we will arrive where we started.
Ok, maybe we will get a red light or two more than we planned, maybe we will stop on two more gas-stations than we imagined, we might wait at the toll booths for an hour, we might turn wrong at the intersection, maybe there would be crowds and miles of cars moving slower then slugs, maybe the one behind us would blast his horn at us just to tell the table of our own nervousness that we had no idea about driving. Maybe it will go wrong everything that could ever go wrong and a little more.
And again, we will never…
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