Share a story of my sales of a bicycle

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 https://tonychen.bigcartel.com
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+  <hr />
+  <h3>When a No to my sales became a Yes, and what it means for me
+  </h3>
+  <p>
+    I remember, in the winter of the year 2013, in the city of Taipei, I was trying to sell a bicycle.
+  </p>
+  <p>
+  I got some interest from a fellow exchange-student, a Japanese male, young. He came over to my dorm, on my invitation, viewed
+  my bicycle, and, coming up to my room for a chat, told me he wasn't buying my bicycle after all.
+  </p>
+    <p>
+  At this time, I didn't ask him for his reason for turning down my sales-offer - I was too upset by this rejection, maybe - and after chatting
+  a little more, he said he was going back to his dorm.
+  </p>
+      <p>
+  I was crest-fallen but I said to him, "I'll accompany you back to your dorm, then."
+  </p>
+        <p>
+  And I was on my bike, while he walked - or, I let him take my bike, while he walked, I don't remember - either way, we matched our
+  respective paces, and got to his dorm - where and when he let me know he was buying my bicycle.
+  </p>
+          <p>
+  I tried to get him to buy it at the price I had set earlier, but he said many times he only had so-and-so amount of money.
+  </p>
+            <p>
+  "Ok, I'll sell it to you," I said, thinking that even if he was feigning insufficient money to match my price, he seemed to be
+  putting up a consistent enough pretence.
+  </p>
+              <p>
+  So, what does this mean to me today, nearly six years later?
+  </p>
+                <p>
+  First, six years on, I realised that I got the sale only after I had given up on it. So I want to challenge myself, to question myself,
+  in my sales today, "If I knew that I wouldn't make any money from these interactions, what would I do with these people?"
+  </p>
+                  <p>
+  Six years ago, thinking that I wouldn't make any money anyway, I offered to accompany that exchange-student back to his dorm.
+  On a cold night. It seems to me, in hind-sight, that I valued my friendship with him, more than any potential sales he represented.
+  </p>
+                    <p>
+  So, today, I'm selling my original abstract visual artwork. If I assume that I'm not going to make any money from these pictures,
+  what would I do?
+  </p>
+                      <p>
+  I value responses from my audience. If those who view my works have- if they experience my works <i>resonating</i> with them,
+  if they have an interpretation of my works, I want to hear about it. I love hearing these kinds of things: how my works come alive
+  in their eyes, or in their lives.
+  </p>
+                        <p>
+  So I extend this invitation now to the reader - my works are at https://tonychen.bigcartel.com , and also I blog about my works 
+  at https://alls-futility.tumblr.com , so go ahead, check them out, if you want - and tell me if it means something to you.
+  </p>
+                          <p>
+  That's my first take-away from my bicycle-sales six years ago. To find a more meaningful aspect to my sales than money.
+  </p>
+                            <p>
+  I have no second take-away; I have come to the limit of the pocket of time that I've set aside for this little piece of writing.
+  </p>
+                              <p>
+  Thank you.</p>
+  <hr />
 <p>In the year 2017 A.D., an 
   <a href="https://mira-yoon.format.com/">art therapist</a> recommended that I make a visual journal. Elaborating on what such a journal was, she said to
 write down what my artwork was about, or, if I am not mistaken in my recollection, my thoughts and/or feelings