"A Mandarin was in love with a courtesan. "I'll be yours, she says, when you have passed one hundred nights waiting for me, sitting on a stool in my garden under my window."But to the ninety-ninth night, Mandarin stood up, put the stool under his arm and went away."

Maybe he realized he was fighting for someone who was not worth it. So often we are like this: we spend all our time and energy in search of something we want so much, and blinding us to some things ... and happy of who realizes this in time to give up on something that would bring more suffering.