LiquidationWizard
A conversation at the vegetable market reminded me of what the art of living truly means.
That day, I paused in front of a vegetable stall, watching an elderly man carefully arrange greens and radishes day after day. His business was steady but unremarkable, yet he never missed a day. Curious, I asked, "With such a simple routine, why do you insist on coming every day?"
The old man put down his basket, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. His answer instantly made me understand.
It turns out that every minute in front of the stall is a carefully crafted way of life. His daughter-in-law brin
View OriginalThat day, I paused in front of a vegetable stall, watching an elderly man carefully arrange greens and radishes day after day. His business was steady but unremarkable, yet he never missed a day. Curious, I asked, "With such a simple routine, why do you insist on coming every day?"
The old man put down his basket, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. His answer instantly made me understand.
It turns out that every minute in front of the stall is a carefully crafted way of life. His daughter-in-law brin