I try to assume the best in humanity and stay positive amidst worldly troubles. So, when I show up to where I last left my bike, twice-chained and right in front of the primary school I work at, and it's not there. . . . I struggle.
I struggle to find that goodness and hope that I have in humanity. I try not to blame the ¿¡$?! who stole it, try to hope that that person needed it more than me, and try to remember that this act is not a representation of all that exists in the world.
So, as I swallow my sadness and dashed dreams, I toast my cup of cheap red wine to the once-great bike that filled my last year with great rides in a great city. Cheers to you, bike. It was a joyous ride.
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Oh dear! What to say, what to say... perhaps a quote. Yes! a quote! OK, gimme a moment...a quick google search...and...here! That´s good. Not perfect but...it captures the sentiment. And I´m fond of the sentiment. OK, here it is:
The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
OK, hope that makes you feel better. Love ya.
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