When I was a kid, and poor, my parents and I would each have half a grapefruit at breakfast at times. After eating the flesh, and scraping the sides, we’d squeeze the rind over a spoon to extract the remaining juice. I used to squeeze like crazy. My father would finally announce, “There’s no more juice, you can stop squeezing.”
I find a lot of people today madly pursuing tasks and habits that have diminishing returns—or no returns at all. They believe the harder they work, the more there will be a result. Tell that to a hamster who’d like to change his location.
My question of the day:
Is the juice worth the squeeze?