Life is …. a haulage truck.
It travels miles to pick up a cargo/cargoes. From the day it hits he road, a level of wear and tear begins.
It requires judicious maintenance and servicing to function at it’s maximum.
It’s value at any one time is determined not by how far it travelled (though this is important) or how much it has depreciated rather by what it carries within.
Thus those who judge by the external might feel short changed in the long run.
Hi there, thank you for stopping by today. This is the eight edition of my ‘life is’ series where I try to relate life to different concepts/ideas in society. Would love to hear your thoughts on life is … a haulage truck. Sorry it’s a day late, was on the road all day yesterday, it probably influenced my thoughts.