The Subjectivity Of A Brick
A man was once walking down a street when a brick nearly landed on his head from twenty stories above. The man believed that something, whether man or fate, was trying to harm him, and considered it a sign of bad luck. He muttered out loud about his misfortune, and a passerby exclaimed You are not unlucky, but lucky that the brick did not actually land on your head! You couldve been killed but you lived!
The man continued walking but turned and laughed, replying Nothing goes right for me, the world hates me it was definitely bad luck. While the man was turned around he failed to notice he had stepped in front of an oncoming bus. He was struck and killed instantly.
It is wise to be optimistic, he that finds discontentment in one place is not likely to find happiness in another.
A man was once walking down a street when a brick nearly landed on his head from twenty stories above. The man believed that something, whether man or fate, was trying to harm him, and considered it a sign of bad luck. He muttered out loud about his misfortune, and a passerby exclaimed You are not unlucky, but lucky that the brick did not actually land on your head! You couldve been killed but you lived!
The man continued walking but turned and laughed, replying Nothing goes right for me, the world hates me it was definitely bad luck. While the man was turned around he failed to notice he had stepped in front of an oncoming bus. He was struck and killed instantly.
It is wise to be optimistic, he that finds discontentment in one place is not likely to find happiness in another.
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