Experience

“I got more experience than you because I am older”, “I have lived longer and therefore have gained more life experience than you”.

Is it true though?

2 cars; one is 3 years old and the other one is 10 years old. They are both Mercedes.

The older car turns to the younger one and says “You need to follow my advice since I know much more than you.” 

However, the older car has been parked safely every evening in the same garage with the same portlier greeting him. His owner has remained the same. The person, who is doing his scheduled maintenance is known, he knows where to get the spare parts. The kilometer stand quite low since he and his owner did not like to experience much outside of their comfort zone. However, on Sundays he usually took a longer ride than usual but still within the parameters of known territory. Surrounded by familiars and familiarity.

The other one a so called “green horn” not as long on the roads as the older one, however way more experienced than the looks gave away. No settled garage yet, usually parking in the spots, which are available. He had to search many times for new destinations and has seen amazing places, which his owner and himself could not pronounce. Does it matter though? The owner not as experienced either; both had been searching for spare parts the other day. It had done double the kilometers of the old one and enjoyed testing new things out.

So, the old car had repeated a couple of times that he was the more experienced one, the more successful one.

The younger one with the temperament of his age answered back “It is quite easy to achieve the success you are talking about when staying within the comfort zone, with people and things, which always support you! The kind of ” success” I am looking for is not known to you but hopefully you will have one day as well the chance to experience it.”

The new car went on its way with the eager owner to see many more places and if settled one day to reminish on the memories. 

The old one looked puzzled at the rear end of the car and murmured to himself “I am the older one though” and returned back to his familiar garage.

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