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…for tomorrow”. And why not?

After the warm and cozy holidays, spent mainly with family at home, I am again at work and feel awfully out of place.

Then I saw this and cannot resist to show it to all of you, who believe that work till death is something natural.

reodorant.com.

I do believe that everyone has its calling.
That he or she has to search for it without rest till the day when will find that the job is not only a job for money or prestige, but it could be a source of pleasure and satisfaction.
What I thinks is that there is no such a job, deserving to neglect yourself, your health, your friends and family or just to forget that work is not the most important thing in life.

*People who put the focus only on carrier will inevitably pay the price, now or later. And this price is always high.
Bad news are that one can realize this only after life slapped him in the face and almost never before something nasty happened.

*/Deductions from personal experience/

Few days ago a friend of mine sent me these photos. A bike lift.

Fascinating idea. I really wish to see something like that in Sofia.

Don’t tell me, I’m a dreamer, know it.

Strange why the most simple ideas cannot grow in here…

But it looks cool, isn’t it?

Or otherwise said, the roadster. Or the mountain-bike, or the racer, or the old bike of grandpa. Name it whatever, I don’t care. It is a dream on two wheels.

If I can ride it, that’s what I care. And to listen the sound of the tyres on the road, this very specific k-r-r-rrrrrrr while you are pedalling (yep, I don’t mean the sound of not oiled chain ;-))

I decided to write something about the next best friend of the man after dog - the bike.
Personally I have deep feelings towards this invention of the humanity.

Pity, but soon after it was dicovered the man is trying with big application to forget the bike’s existence - because to ride a bike you should make an effort, and the effort is just that thing most people don’t like at all and do not want to do ever if possible.

I want though. And I am riding - struggling against the non-popularity of this machine in my urban environment. (more…)