A man asked his neighbor for a borrowed pot one afternoon. 
The owner of the pot was not very sympathetic, but he felt compelled to lend it. After four days, the pot had not been returned, so, with the excuse of needing it, he went to ask his neighbor to return it.

— Coincidentally, I was going home to return her… the delivery was so difficult! 
- What delivery?

— The one with the pot.
- What?!

"Oh, you didn't know? The pot was pregnant.

- Pregnant?
— Yes, and that same night she had a family, so she had to rest but she is now recovered.
— Rest?
- Yes Yes. One second, please – and going into his house he brought the pot, a little jug and a frying pan.
— This is not mine, only the pot.
— No, it's yours, this is the baby from the pot. If the pot is yours, the baby is also yours.

"This is really crazy," he thought, "but better humor him." 
- Good thank you.

- You are welcome bye.
- Bye Bye.

And the man went home with the jar, the frying pan and the pot. That afternoon, the neighbor rang the doorbell again.

— Neighbor, would you lend me the screwdriver and the pliers? …Now he felt more compelled than before.

- Yes of course.

He went inside and came back with the pliers and the screwdriver. Almost a week passed and when he was already planning to go get his things, the neighbor knocked on his door.
— Oh, neighbor, did you know?
— Did you know what?
— That your screwdriver and pliers are a match.
- Nope! –said the other with wild eyes- I didn't know.
— Look, it was my carelessness, for a little while I left them alone, and it already got her pregnant.
— To the clamp?
— To the clamp!… I brought him the calf – and opening a small basket he handed over some screws, nuts and nails that he said had given birth to the clamp.

Totally crazy, he thought. But nails and screws always came in handy. Two days passed. The begging neighbor appeared again.
"I noticed," he told her, "the other day, when I brought you the tweezers, that you have a beautiful golden amphora on your table." Wouldn't you be so kind as to lend it to me for one night? The owner of the amphora's eyes tinkled.

"Of course," he said, in a generous attitude, and entered his house, returning with the lost amphora.

- Thank you, neighbor.
- Bye.

- Bye.

It happened that night and the next and the owner of the amphora did not dare to hit the neighbor to ask for it. However, after a week, his anxiety could not stand and he went to claim the amphora from his neighbor.

— The amphora? –said the neighbor – Oh, didn't you hear?

- About what?

— Died in childbirth.
— How did she die in childbirth?
— Yes, the amphora was pregnant and during childbirth, she died.
Tell me, do you think I'm stupid? How can a golden amphora be pregnant?
— Look, neighbor, if you accepted the pregnancy and childbirth of the pot. The marriage and the breeding of the screwdriver and the pliers, why shouldn't I accept the pregnancy and the death of the amphora?

You can choose what you want, but you cannot choose that life only gives you what is easy and pleasant, and not what is pleasant. 

Your judgment, your freedom, your independence, and your increased responsibility come along with your growth process. 

You decide if you accept that life is made of good things, and also of challenges.

Challenges are the price to pay for being alive, for enjoying the good things in life.

Either you accept and face the challenges or suffer and complain every time they appear.

Dare to face the challenges that life sends you, so that you have time and enthusiasm to enjoy the things that make life worthwhile!