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The story about the spider web

Sometimes in life, there will be times when we have to make difficult decisions, when we have to give up things that have been built up for life, but leaving is not necessarily a loss of everything.

Once upon a time, there was a spider living in the basement of a museum. It spreads silk on all the paintings in the basement for many years.

Looking back at all the networks that it has spread, it feels incredibly proud and finds that it is the most beautiful, most valuable thing in the world, so it has taken care of them carefully.

The story about the spider web
If you still have faith, you will be able to rebuild from the beginning

However, one day, the museum began to rearrange their paintings and began to select paintings from the basement to display. Hearing this news, many other spiders have left, except for this spider. He thought, “Only a few pictures were transferred, where would I find a better place than this?”

One morning, the museum staff took pictures that the spider spreads. The spider does not want to leave the spider web, but realizes that if it does not go, it will have to live in the gallery. So he decided to give up the most beautiful networks that he made for his whole life.

However, this is a good decision, because if you don’t leave, people will spray insecticides on the pictures and it will be killed.

After many difficulties, he also found a small garden, where he found himself a quiet corner, and gave him a chance.

A life of a spider web is more beautiful than before.

Lesson learned: Sometimes in life, there will be times when we have to make difficult decisions, when we have to give up things that have been built up for life, but leaving is not necessarily a loss of everything.

If you still have faith, you will be able to rebuild from the beginning, because no one knows what the future will give you.

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