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After gym, I would walk to the supermarket to buy some bananas. Post-training carbs to refuel after a good workout. Usually I’d be the only one at the banana stand, a sort of standing kiosk of bananas you can rotate 360 degrees.

Sometimes the bananas are too green, not ready for eating. Sometimes they are too ripe. Sometimes there’d be a pair of other shoppers there, already in deep concentration, turning the conveyor from right to left, left to right, searching for the perfect comb of bananas.

I stand back and wait for my turn. Or I’d just walk away. I could get an apple instead or simply go without. Better than joining the jostle, especially if other shoppers rush in, prospectors intent on their gold.

Some things aren’t worth fighting for. Better to save my time and energy for the things that are.

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