Read a fraction of the book, and found thoughts and reflections along the way.
I particularly am fond of this one.
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Once, when I and my wife were traveling, I received a fax from my secretary.
'There's one glass brick missing for the work on the kitchen renovation,' she said. 'I'm sending you the original plan as well as the plan the builder has come up with to compensate for it.'
On the other hand, there was the design my wife had made: harmonious lines of bricks with an opening for ventilation. On the other, there was the plan drawn up to resolve the problem of the missing brick: a real jigsaw puzzle in which the glass squares were arranges in a higgledy-piggledy fashion that defied aesthetics.
'Just buy another brick,' wrote my wife. And so they did, and thus stuck to the original design.
That afternoon, I thought for a long time about what had happened; how often, for the lack of one brick, we completely distort the original plan of our lives.
I particularly am fond of this one.
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Once, when I and my wife were traveling, I received a fax from my secretary.
'There's one glass brick missing for the work on the kitchen renovation,' she said. 'I'm sending you the original plan as well as the plan the builder has come up with to compensate for it.'
On the other hand, there was the design my wife had made: harmonious lines of bricks with an opening for ventilation. On the other, there was the plan drawn up to resolve the problem of the missing brick: a real jigsaw puzzle in which the glass squares were arranges in a higgledy-piggledy fashion that defied aesthetics.
'Just buy another brick,' wrote my wife. And so they did, and thus stuck to the original design.
That afternoon, I thought for a long time about what had happened; how often, for the lack of one brick, we completely distort the original plan of our lives.
Like the flowing river - Paulo Coelho
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I don't want to miss a brick.
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