Jerevan
Recycled User
Once upon a time here was a man.
He bought a lens, it does not matter what it was. It was expensive, taking a good part out of his savings to buy. It turned out to be defective, so he had to send it in for repair, which cost some good money too.
He loved the lens, it was really "his sort of lens". But it was expensive.
So he worried about losing it in some way, or damaging it.
And since it was expensive, there was money in there. And while he had money for all the necessities of life, he worried about the future. Would he have enough money then?
All this worry kept him awake.
And since there was a lot of other very nice lenses that did not cost as much, and since he then could buy another good lens (although not as good as the one he had) and have some pocket change for the future, he sold the lens.
After having sold the wonderful lens, time passed.
And every now and then, he missed "his sort of lens", seeing that his other lenses were fine and good, but lacked that "something".
So now he sits wondering whether it was worth selling that special lens, keeping money in the bank for a still uncertain future.
And furthermore, he stays up at night, wondering whether buying another of these lenses that has this "something" will ease his mind, or if it will just be another turn of the former fears and worries?
He bought a lens, it does not matter what it was. It was expensive, taking a good part out of his savings to buy. It turned out to be defective, so he had to send it in for repair, which cost some good money too.
He loved the lens, it was really "his sort of lens". But it was expensive.
So he worried about losing it in some way, or damaging it.
And since it was expensive, there was money in there. And while he had money for all the necessities of life, he worried about the future. Would he have enough money then?
All this worry kept him awake.
And since there was a lot of other very nice lenses that did not cost as much, and since he then could buy another good lens (although not as good as the one he had) and have some pocket change for the future, he sold the lens.
After having sold the wonderful lens, time passed.
And every now and then, he missed "his sort of lens", seeing that his other lenses were fine and good, but lacked that "something".
So now he sits wondering whether it was worth selling that special lens, keeping money in the bank for a still uncertain future.
And furthermore, he stays up at night, wondering whether buying another of these lenses that has this "something" will ease his mind, or if it will just be another turn of the former fears and worries?