It's so great to drive a brand-new car isn't it?
It roars to life at just the gentlest touch. It hums like a bird at any speed. You can be rough with it, neglectful even, and yet it drives with confidence.
Eventually the car will start to show its age a little. The engine gets louder, less graceful. It starts to lurch around, rather than hug, the corners. You start to notice bumps and thumps, tiny dents and scratches, that were never there before. You worry that things are starting to really break down.
One day you wake up and you realize your car is on its way to beater-hood. You can't afford a new one, so you vow to do all you can to stave off the inevitable. You slow down. You start changing the oil on a regular basis. You start taking those bumps and thumps seriously. It gets increasingly time-consuming and increasingly expensive.
And the most frustrating thing? Despite all your efforts, that car just doesn't feel like the sleek, little beauty you drove off the lot all those years ago.
Yup, I'm sure you figured it out less than halfway through that belaboured metaphor; I am that car.
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